Vent

blade

is it you that I want
or is it him, hiding behind your image

is it your touch I crave
or is it his, that I miss

is it you that I dream of
or are you just the closest replacement

is it your face that brings me peace,
or is it his that I'm longing to see

even when im given an opportunity to move on

im stuck in this loop, bleeding myself with each time I remind myself of it

this blade i wield is sharp, and dangerous

the two sides glare at me with anticipation,

as I turn my sword into me

pressing into my flesh, tearing away at my being

screaming at me to answer the question

do I love you,

or do I love the parts of you that remind me of him