Hold a candle to my chest and
Gaze in horror at the damage you’ve left.
You have yet to grow old and understand what
You have done to me.
You left me without a morsel of my
Presence and I didn’t know what
I could do anymore.
My body used to be my own
Maze, so complex that no one could find even
Me in it. But
You changed all of that.
You left me with
Bruises in my mind
Scattered scars on my heart
Pain filled nights with the weight of it sinking into my lungs
Restless bothering lagging through my arms
And regret sinking into every inch of my footsteps
And then I walk into the mirror
A hopeless accident that I need to see
And realize that even if you left me like this
I have found the remnants that seemed to disintegrate
And I pierced them back together
So well that you could never even tell
That you had existed?