New Years Day
So many tears have been shed in a year that has barely begun
This year was meant to be fresh and new, an absolution from the mistakes and scars from the year that has passed
But I am breaking under the weight of perfectly clean slate
I cannot escape being unwanted in the spaces that are meant to be safe
I cannot escape the punishment I have endured for trying to be loved
A fickle heart is my always my weakness, I love the incompleteness
Because who would want me wholly when they could choose a piece instead
This year will not be dissimilar to the last
I will lick love off knives and cut into my thighs because who am I to think I deserve more than a lie when everyone knows my face is a disguise
I'm terrified
Because I know this year will be no different to the last, I cannot escape my past and nothing good will ever last.















