What I know

Blinded by my eyes

I know.

I reach to you but
Don’t come closer
Nothing is ever anything when
I breathe you in and out
It's over.

Clinging wall pieces
They scream over telephones
Breaking china over paper

Don’t forget
To sweep the rug it’ll bleed and strain
The floor.

And your ugly footprints
They leave a trail,
If someone will follow
Footsteps that’ll take them away
From me, back to you.

I’m broken.