"Things could be worse"

But they could be a lot better, too

We dream in color

But not of me and you

And where I'm at now

I'd sooner slit my throat

Than try to force you to feel something

You don't

We stare at shards of an

Ineffable reflection

Wondering which of us

Is too broken to deserve affection

Nothing ends beautifully

Death is death

Pain derived from loss is "valid" if it leaves you bereft

I won't romanticize the blood on our sheets

Mourning the loss of someone who still breathes

I spend my nights

Fighting the urge to call you

Even if there's nothing new to say

Just to remind you I haven't changed

And in my absence

You're still okay

There's no poetry to articulate true defeat

We stare at shards of an

Ineffable reflection

Wondering which of us

Is too broken to deserve affection

Deserve affection

I can't look anyone in the eye

And deny you were where my happiness fell dependent

Mortified to admit

That I'm nowhere near self-sufficient