SNATCHED

Forgetting

You cracked the mirror on purpose. You said mirrors were supposed to show us not just how we looked, but how we felt.

I asked, aren’t you scared you’ll awaken that memory every morning, when you see yourself?

And you said, on the contrary, that you feared forgetting it even more. Forgetting that it happened, forgetting that it hurt, forgetting it was your fault. Scared that you’ll repeat the same mistake, for the same reasons, with the same ending - more broken mirrors, more shattered glass, more dents on the bumper. 

The morning after, I stared at my reflection long and hard. Then, I drew a line down the middle of my mirror.

You were the first to divide me. And I doubt I will ever erase that line.

originally written on 02 Oct 2010

You are my ocean.

You are my ocean.

I will fill your heart with boats,

and guide each one through the night with my lighthouse,

but they will always end up lost in your depths.

Your waves will crash my shore,

and I will try to hold on to them with my hands,

but they will seep through the cracks no matter how tight I hold on-

Hold on to each word, each letter, each memory.

Hold on to each night we counted the stars, and whispered secrets into the sea.

Hold on while I try to steer the ship we built, into the shore -

out of the darkness, and the strong currents of your fears.

You will always remain unconquerable.