I know that life and circumstances
Have made you into who you are,
Pushing pieces and shrapnel until they fused into a weapon.
I understand that you are a part
That you’re not whole
And what it costs for you to exist fractured as you are.
But it’s hard to love like you do.
Pulling and pushing and tearing
You turn everything into shrapnel
Mincing and grinding the world into something you can understand.
Because possession and desperation are not love,
Should not be.
But that is how you hold onto things.
You sink claws and teeth
Until there’s nothing left
Until there’s just you and your poison
Coursing through a tired system of lies
Whose only crime was to try to love like you.
Buy who could love like you?
Who could love you when you think love equals pain?
And I understand that circumstances shaped you
Into who you are.
But I also know that the ocean can soothe marks on the sand.
It can erode the sharpness out of rock and shattered glass.
You never had someone teach you how to not be glass,
But you held an ocean in the palm of your hand.
It didn’t drown you,
You wouldn’t let it.
But you consumed it.
You made it impossible to love you
By poisoning the waters that were made for healing and soothing.
You drowned in bitterness the one thing that could hold your fragments together.
It is hard to love like you.
It is impossible to love you.