i clasp my eyelids that gathered tears like dew
and show newly discovered scars, that i jumped in and tore apart
they mirror the beauty that i so sharply fall for, and mirror
regret, which i let go, as my hands with fear or an excuse
intoxicate, with wine of cherry, the remains of my brain's existance
to reject rejection, to keep a pain of ever losing in life away at a distance
and exist and breathe with no peace in my treaded path at all
knowing that i am life, and life has torn me and every lover of life apart
