PORCELAIN

Maybe I chose to feel this way-

awakened yet stained

broken and unclaimed,

like disregarded remains of a child gone insane..

now that I am older-

my reflection is yours

coffee stained and chained;

to your sweet refrain uncured..

I want to know myself in this downward spiral-

sobriety is finding the pieces without consuming something vile;

yet I'm going out in style..

velvet flesh and curtains pulled back-

revealing lost irises in your endless black..

I broke all my mirrors just to see who i was- 

I swallowed the pieces to understand the word trust..

you left me in the fragments;

left me to unravel

told me I needed time alone,

because you were too fragile..

today.