Your light- and me
staring back, where did our comfort go?
was it your fault? I don't think so,
you've tried so hard to stomach my lies,
now I can barely touch you,
you don't pull away, have you-- given up?
Why won't you say a word?...
Is there nothing left for us,
am I to forget you, like I've forgotten the rest?
If you could hurt anymore,
filled with half-truths and easy-way-outs,
I'd break you myself, but then
you would look like me
seated in front of you,
illuminated and transparent,
not asking for forgiveness.