I think of you when I can't think straight, you the line I wouldn't cross to save the last umblemished part of me.

Soaking in your salty eyes I know now the sting of regret,you the pristine reflection who reached throught the glass for me to taint without thought of self preservation.

Stoking the hate determined to make you my other self understand how truly in awe and love I was that I could not share the bitterness that poisoned and consumed me.

Yet you still came closer to a fire too wild and all consuming thinking the heart you bore could heal mine.

Snatching the beautiful dream in your view destroying it before you...

Welcoming the caustic power of your words as they sliced through me, smiling that of all that I failed to do I taught you to save yourself.




© CM