I thought that you connected me
Me to you
And all that I thought it was
Was me opening my wounds
And you just touching them
Time and time again
I was wearing false glasses
I hoped that you were more than you were
Amazing, unlike anyone I had known
But like my past failures,
my wounds. hurt broken
kept opening, they bleed
they are smarting in pain
So there you are in silence
I am in my own silence
Wondering do I speak the words?
Or do I delude myself
In saying, no this can work out
Or be true and slash our ties
The ties that I impulsively
connected between you and me
So I\’ll write an essay
About you
To remember what I thought we once were