my broken wrists, two slit
cracks in the pavement,
betray the worst kind of love.
you were never meant to see
my watery, spherical eyes -
two globes out of the darkness.
i was without form,
before you held me.
molding me to your chest
when you exhaled light,
i breathed for the first time.
betrayals in the garden,
like breaking mirrors in the dark,
cause seven years bad luck.
never meant, i never meant
to live a lie or to deceive.
your angels' wings are strong enough
to beat out a rhythm towards heaven,
while my fragile bones break.
carrying my soul and your heart
is one love too many.
now i walk in the garden alone.
i would gladly fade, devoured
by the sun that would consume me.
but you refuse the sacrifice.
holding steadfastly on, just wait -
gravity is a shameless thief.
