tired

I wish my anger was of the healing kind,

not a force shredding my soul

a sharp blade piercing my skin

every time you forget

your bruises

and bones broken

happily falling off a cliff

of what you think is real

I can feel the rage clouding my mind

and the sharp pain under my ribs follows,

makes my eyes tear up,

the blade goes in deep

I'm tired of picking you up

from the ground,

I am tired of being the glue

to your heart

What's the point?

What's the meaning here?

and yet,

after all, said and done

I can only find my way to you

I would leave

but I can't,

I struggle to keep you warm

but my body is so cold

It falls apart

every time you jump off that cliff

hands spread out,

a smile of hope on your face

Can't you see that there are only

rocks there waiting?

there is no flow of love

to keep you intact

please don't go there again,

please stay here,

with me

I'm tired of being the glue

to your heart

when my own started to fall apart