The truth is

while you dream of him holding you until you are safe again

he is holding someone else

with that face

the one your best friend says looks like something’s crawling out of his eyes

And telling new lies

Or the same ones

And it’s alright

because he’s not that powerful

No one is

and he didn’t break your face

he wanted to shatter you to pieces

so as to hold you more conveniently

he desired you in his pockets

slivers of you cutting at his finger prints

as he palmed other women’s frames

he wanted you as broken as his own mind

But you don’t shatter

Or even bend really

You absorb