sometimes, i feel
b r o
k e n
i n s
i d e
you leave shards of glass in places i hide.
i take them out carefully and wrap myself up.
but instead of walking the other way,
instead of moving on, facing another day…
i see your face, and i walk towards you.
i jog.
i fucking run.
i’m not d e s p e r a t e,
s t u p i d,
c o d e p e n d e n t,
s p i t e f u l.
you make me m
e
l
t