The magnet that is you,

Hauls off me,

Metallic peels,

Until there’s nothing of me

Left for me;

Waging war,

Against myself,

I battle,

To keep my pieces intact,

But they fight me,

And soar to you,

To be an inconvenience,

At your feet.


Do I scream out and ask how it is fair?
Do I collapse down and beg for one more chance?
Do I steel up and accept it?
As if it never mattered.
As if it didn’t fill my empty soul.
And keep walking in an assumed steadiness
When my insides are bleeding
And breathing takes all my might.