This poem Has two Authors
i sometimes find myself reading through the messages that remain
I scream and try to save myself
your apologies stare me in the face unwavering
Despite that I could never accept that
“im sorry”
With you I let the blade sit
the stanzas of your poems litter my screen
It always comes back.
alphabets jumbling together
It twist, and the blood spills
dates left between your gaps
So much blood on everyone I’ve ever loved
that ugly fucking tattoo
The face of someone in some sick search
and i look at the remnants of our shared future together
The face of a coward
and the fractures of my vulnerability
A person trying to overcome their past
and the bits and pieces of who i used to be
By making ruining their love’s past to be
a shattered vase of a soul
Are they strong enough to know that they shouldn’t
i wish my screen was shattered
They look down, at the blood on their hand,
so i could physically be wounded by your words
The mix between that of themself and their lost love
as i scroll through the only proof we have ever
They see me, a piece of them in me
even known each other
We are not the person we started as
both our lives progress
But we are what make up who we are now
but the pieces that return
But we venture on, away from that abyss
live on inside us
Towards tomorrow
