"Fragility"

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I can’t tear away the indestructible past

But my makeshift, delicate wings are vulnerable

To the gentle destruction of what I thought I was;

And these emotions I once believed impossible,

Having torn me into so many little pieces,

(Scattered, floating fragments, paper-white and paper-thin,

But black-edged and dripping with my blood)

Pleasure in showing me that this fear never ends…

I’m frail and breaking,

Wings like the paper-fragments of myself,

My self-destruction continuing into the beauty

Of blackened and bleeding reflections of this death,

Mirrored red in the dark waters of reality,

Something spoken, unheard in the silence of

This patient, loving torture; I fear you.

Unshakeable terror in the strength of my helpless love

For spoken fears can come true.