Holes

These holes in my skin
remind me of my humanity
of my incapabilities
of my defeats

but alas you cannot speak
as that your mouth is sewn shut
from your own insecurities
with thread i spun

And i wonder, what were you
No doubt what i said
that cold frail night was true
but now... i see your shadow

andwonderwhatyoumeantome

something warmer?
something closer?
something i had just grown to attached to
to throw away?

whatever it is
you have become a thorn in my side
a thorn i intend to get rid of
In my normal, painful, violent way

I never meant to hurt myself