- No Control -

I find myself so wildly angry

for still being hungry for you
having to constantly
remind my own mind
that you did so much more
than just betray me
but completely slayed
a faux masterpiece you created
I find myself commiserating
how much time I spend hating
that I'm still missing you
and wishing you were here
to celebrate my wins or pick me up
when the winds knock me down again
I'd cut out parts of myself
with a knife forged in lies
just to keep the idea of you alive
instead of the shattered pieces of us
those scattered shards surrounding me
eviscerating the dream
that kept me grounded for too long