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by Isis

I just looked in the mirror
And I saw it….

And I wondered, how many times have people acknowledged
                  and speculated on where it had come from?
I wondered who hadn’t noticed it all…
                  Is more noticeable when I smile?
                  When I pout?
                  When I’m talking?

It’s my constant reminder
                  Of how far things had gotten
                  Of how that still wasn’t enough to leave

Was it a battle scar?
Was it the visible wound that wasn’t enough being held in,
                  it had to show itself
                  for all to see


It’s a reminder
                  to never battle that way again
                  that screaming words always shatter glass houses

And there we were,
                  always picking up the pieces…

How to connect again?
How to make this work?

Each time trying
But not succeeding
                  in believing
                  that trying meant only once

And we shattered once again

That glass broke my lip
And scarred my face…

And the pieces remained on the floor
                  Because neither wanted to get cut
                  by the sharp ridges
                                    of angst towards each other
                  and bleed out half-willed apologies