Ripped open
raw
tiny shards of glass infiltrate my chest
and I
can’t stop looking down.
The blood pours poorly
It is slow and it is painful and I
don’t want to hear your voice again
because it reminds me that
I can never be right in your eyes.
What does it mean to you?
You chose to block my words because
you can’t handle the truth and so
I shouldn’t
need not
can’t
blame you for your purposeful silence.
I do blame you because you know how he hurts me and
you choose to pretend that
I am crazy.
I am raw and real and a little bit broken but
I am also a human being and
I won’t let you control the way I
feel
think
act
do.
Broken is better than blind.
I can see through the tears and they stream down my face and the blood pours poorly slowly to the ground from my chest cavity.
I don’t want you to notice except that
I do
want you to notice and hold me
tightly in your arms like you used to.
Will you do that?
Will you be there like
a warm blanket?
I need you.
I want to be enveloped in your embrace.
I can and will feel whole again.
