It is seared into my mind,
the memory
of the blood trailing
down my arms,
upon the bathroom floor
amid the broken glass
reflecting figments
of myself,
all of them segments
of another lie.
I did this for you
and my own
shattered needs,
it is the part of me
that I carry with
a secret shame,
of wanting to be saved,
demanding action
to prove love.
I just want you
to hold me
to carry me away,
I know it is unfair
that I regress
to these scenes
of destruction
when I feel voiceless
and desperate.
But there is a plague
upon my heart
and so much has
been taken
that my love
only knows how
to be ruthless
it is born
from my
dependence
upon you.
Labyrinth of the Mind 