rebellion against

[nobody_loves_u]

his hand stranded
against the side of his own reflection
broken into glass on the sidewalk
a painful beauty
immersed in the sadness of perpetual history
i tell him "those are just events, retired events"
but his eyes
they easily and readily disagree
his hand shattered
through years of regret
it guides me through a river of fears
and the minute i close my eyes
I am defined.