i am all that remains of the wistful one glass we were
before we were
silvered, and split
a pair of mirrors
aimed at each other.before she healed me
and you couldn't;
it still pains us
because you could've done it
better.as we aged, i broke
slow and beautiful
like the shards of a kaleidescope
recycled patterns, disunited memoriesalthough you have stayed whole
and i love you for it
my jealousy has sharp edgesthey point inward. they will never point at you. stay whole, my beloved
don't break like me