Fractured

The saddest part with creating memories is when it becomes just a memory.

Our biggest lie was when two “ones” become a “two”,

and with us taking turns dissecting our chest, the autopsy revealed that my biggest regret was towards you.

…I’d smile if this weren’t true,

but even the old pictures of us appeared like letters that said “Past Due”

…realization came late…

Everywhere. Every date. It all felt like we were in a cemetery waiting for “us” to die,

Yet I step on your flowers and spit at your words that I didn’t try,

and I curse and scream at every year that has turned into a lie,

littler liar,

I could care less if you cried

instead, mourn for the fact that I’m stuck wondering “who am I!?”

…Because of you…

At the end, although calm, you’ve wished for the universe to chase me with karma,

made it seem like I’ve caused all of this drama,

though inside “I” am the one carrying all of the trauma.

…you really do think you’re the bigger one, huh?

…Inside I knew, and so I couldn’t be heartbroken. Just fractured…