I'm losing my touch.
I'm losing pieces, gifted into people who are too far gone to replace. I am made of rust, oxidising with the bitter, metallic moments of softness that burden me.
But I love them. It is a struggle.
I tread shattered mirrors as I attempt to keep them away but close. Lines blur, I make mistakes, I cause pain. Always. I love you but you are too fragile for me.
I leave cracks where my fingers cradled you
I blister your skin as I try to wipe away tears I brought about. I am sorry I left memories in your head that will carve away at your skull mercilessly.
I'm sorry I hurt you,
I'm sorry I love you
I'm sorry, I love you.