The broken always breaks
My hand falls away
heavy like an anchor
that sinks into waters
that taste like the tears
I can still see behind your eyes
I know I hurt you
like my skin isn't branded
by only you
I hide in shadows
like your only job
is to light the path back out
I don't know why
I like the way the lies
lash jagged lines
into my own flesh
And I don't know why
you soothe them
with the smiles you leave
on my pillow creased cheeks
every morning before you leave
even after I crack your soul
into something I can better swallow
But you always do.