I
once tried
to shield you
from the cold
pillows and rainy night
memories you repress
to recite
protection I produce;
wanting to tattoo
in your mind
that I was here
you place me
on your cuts to cover
your fears
and there I stick
so your reality is unclear
but if only-
I wish this wounded look
would prove more than protection
maybe a reflection;
that arrogantly
flying too high
can
transmit into agonizing cuts
& realization of mistakes
of promises you wish
you didn't casually break
still-
you rather bury
your concrete illustration
as i sit in frustration
and still-
you're struggling to neglect
but these cuts tell differently
pain seeps through these band-aids
and they're now affecting me
I cant keep lying in YOUR misery
its time for you to
face YOUR reality.
