Damaged Beyond repair

Sometimes I have nightmares And I can never Put these images Into words Because to attempt To do this Would be to tell You something else entirely I seem to have Lost my mind

I couldn’t lose you Without losing a piece of myself

How stupid I was Did I really think I was good enough?

I don’t sleep these days This is the only way I can convince myself You were more Than a dream

Every now and then I catch myself staring down at my forearm, thighs or ankle. Did I do this? A hairline fracture dances along my surface, threatening to break me into a thousand tiny pieces.

You say I take up the entire bed The problem is You hold my heart And the echo of it beating Draws me closer As you pull away In a dream-like state

You always tell me I shouldn't be sad That I am lucky We found each other When we did But what happens when You're the good part How do I keep breathing When you're the right lung And tell me How do I wake up every Damn morning Without a purpose?

When you Find yourself addicted To the taste of someone’s lips And aware of the way you fit So right In the crook of their neck You will do anything To never go a day without