Hands smaller than before
with see-through creases
bleeding of-
death for her beloved.
.
That's what I've given
the present mirror
of myself......
ribs
slashed
from folding them again
in hopes of not being
too fragile
to hold-
It still hasn't
c
o
m
e.
and how I thought it would
arrive beautifully
late,
but truthfully
right.
So many spaces
in between my face-
tucked beneath the eyes
I hide from myself,
but pierce through you.
I have no choice now,
will I find it when I know
I can no longer have you
wait....
here I need you
if only you knew my heart
was unrisen
from falling,
crashing
into nothing at all
I could possibly
remember.
