My Fault Halfway

Like
Purell
in a
papercut
lemon juice
mixed with
blood
and all that's inbetween
you cut me

Like
broken glass
in a
blender,
crushing
crushing
crushing
me into pieces
I guess I knew you would

Like
cracks
in a
fracture
a blue cast
and bones
that are
clearly,
ever so clearly,
broken
you broke me

Like
eggshells
in a
highway
run over
and over
and over
just sitting there
just like me, there's
no way out
I guess I knew there wasn't