SELFISH

you expect an apology

to dance its way out of my lips

you expect me to honey your tears

but they stay bitter

my goal is not to heal you

but to heal me

I have to pick up my pieces

I'm tired of stepping on them

my poor feet,

cut and bloody

from the fragments of our heart

you see, I got so stuck in "us"

that there was no longer me

there was only you

I was trapped between your lips

a rapturous cage

for which I couldn't escape

so now i'm shedding your skin

breaking us apart

even though I know it will hurt you

guess i'm selfish that way

~J