SHARDS OF SELF

 

Shards of the Self

Questions claw at my throat,

But the moment’s too fragile to break.

Why tarnish this quiet dusk with truth?

We’ve built our bond on careful steps,

And I know you see something worthy in me.

Was I forged with a piece missing,

A flaw you hid beneath your steady gaze?

You swore every soul blooms radiant,

So why was hers a storm, untamed,

And why did you let it echo in me?

If I let these tears spill, they’ll flood,

Love’s well runs barren, and I’ll flee.

Can you mend this heart, a jagged pulse?

It’s flawed, yet fierce when I let it bleed.

It thrives in chaos, when I’m unraveling,

When the edge of loss sharpens its beat.

If I let these tears spill, they’ll flood,

Love’s well runs barren, and I’ll flee.

I’m carved from her shadow, her restless fire,

Her echo in my veins, a mirror I can’t shatter.

If her heart’s unlovable, what’s mine worth?

What does your distance say about my own?

The past is a mosaic of splintered glass,

Each shard a question I’m scared to touch.

Did you see her break and choose to stay silent,

Letting her fractures seed my own?

I wander these ruins, seeking why,

Hoping truth won’t cut deeper than doubt.

My chest hums with a rhythm I don’t trust,

A spark that flares when I’m falling apart.

Can you teach me to hold it without crumbling,

To face the storm without running blind?

I’m tethered to her, yet aching to be free,

Searching for a self that feels whole.

The night presses close, heavy with secrets,

Its silence a mirror to my unspoken fears.

I’d trade this quiet for one clear answer,

To know why I’m wired to break and bolt.

If I weep, will you catch the flood,

Or leave me drowning in her legacy?

Questions burn, a fire I can’t douse,

I want to know why I’m shaped this way.

Why does my heart only sing in the wreck?

Why does her shadow cling to my steps?

Hold me here, before I run again,