uncover me

remedy

you.

you were my aid.

the wings on my cold shoulders, the ones that wouldn't break. the ones that kept me together from falling apart and shattering like glass against concrete.

You were so much more beautiful than i was, how could you not see the reflection in my eyes?

How could you not tell i was broken already? That your wings didn't help my pulverized body? Were you that blind, or is it my fault for not noticing?
You were mine,

right in my hands, my twitching and shaking hands. the same hands that could rip you apart out of anger, and rip themselves apart too.

Such abhorrence occurred between me and my fingers. why did i want to rip you apart so much? i've already been shattered and ignored, why was your reaction affecting me?

You were never the first person to do that anyway.

And my questions are never answered, with any words, actions, feelings, or thoughts i use,

nothing will give me the answer i'm looking for.

Not even you brought hope to that, were you ever enough for me? or was i never enough for you?

was my lifeless body, my empty heart, my dry lips, my still gaze, and my quiet voice, not enough for you? it's what i have to offer, how can i give more when the only thing i had was my clinging soul?

Should've let my soul leave ever since i knew it was suffering, and not clutched it and begged it to not fall away from me like a dead leaf on a tree.

Then maybe you would see i had nothing to offer you and you would try harder to lift me up, or see through me.

And you made me feel

like i had nothing already,
So i believed you
because you are so persuasive,
aren't you?

so persuasive you persuaded yourself that i could still have a lively body, a full heart, soft lips, a stirring gaze, and a bright voice.

Why not try fixing the problem first instead of imagining fairy tales?