Transcendence

She is Break

I am my biggest Heart B R E A K E R.
Find love in blank faces,
Trying to fill up the s p a c e between his and my heart.
That minute before midnight, 60 seconds before all
the magic of our What ifs vanish into daydreams and distractions.
Because at 2 am, we are no longer sober silhouettes
finding sanity in the presence of undeserving love.
We are fools, drunk on empty I love yous
hoping the other one is too far gone to remember in the morning.
I find myself falling in love with splintered hearts
that have no intention of unzipping my skin.
chase my way through novels and knights-
looking for someone, anyone to
save me from the demons seeping through my skin.

I am Heart B R E A K I N G
Too familiar with the wine glass hitting marble tile
after long nights of trying to figure out what was wrong with me.
What is wrong with me?
Because something had to be wrong with me.
Why else would I knock on stranger's doors asking
them to donate pieces of their hearts to fill the void in mine
We are happy, I say. But our hearts don't
pour red like they used to.
My skin is covered in constellations collecting
in the wells of my collarbone.
There are black hole slits scarred on the inside of my thigh.
His telescope eyes are trying to discover a new planet
in the nape of my neck just so that he would have a reason to stay.
But most never get past the burning star eyes,
always looking for a way back to earth without touching the sun.

Because I am a heart B R E A K I N G.
Not everyone knows how to bandage internal wounds.

But I am happy, I say.