Reflection

peace buried in broken pieces, torn wings on tattered flesh, battered brains and leaking hearts, how can I be whole when my soul keeps seeping out? creeping out, constantly seeking outside of me, subconsciously putting my face on reflective imagery, mimicking my desire just to swallow my truth until my throat closes and it's hard to breathe, catering to you because you're more of me than I am, I know your favorites and can't even guess mine, saying shit like um I don't know but, with you it's definite, I treat you so delicate and then abuse me, touch you gently and bruise me. my vision is misconstrued see? the constructs of my tear ducts expand finding solace in the palm of my hand when you proceed to leave, I'm freezing, can I get some time to grieve? I'm losing me as I know it. you gotta be me because I treat you so delicately. so who's skin am I in? this body isn't up to par, I flinch at the sensation of that tiny scar. whoever, wherever you can have it back. I know exactly where I'm at.