you were just as broken as me

A tired excuse

Feelings which have long passed, but linger on forgotten tears

An abuse rarely visable, but felt years later after looking in the reflections of my eyes

However, I'm noticing a reoccurring pattern

I've lost track where I start and you have ended

You're starting to feel like a culmination of everything I wanted to suppress

And I guess it was a success

But to what extent?

We haven't spoken in years, and I can't even remember your voice, the color of your Eyes, or even the tears that you wept about the abuse you were dealt by the person You ''didn't like'', but with whom you now share your bed

And to be perfectly clear, I don't mean that to be perceived as a stab