We hold broken dreams

in scarred hands.

The pool of stars

that reflected in your eyes

has worn away.


Instead, nightmares and desperation

rip away at who you seemed to be,

at who you could've become.


You're no longer there

even as you sit next to me.

Unanswered questions swirl

in the space between us.


These monsters that haunt you,

the bruises you want to hide,

the fear that coils in your mind

was fabricated by lies and illusions

of a past you can't let go of.


I stand besides you in trying solace,

Muttering soft words and promises.

And your smiles, unsure and contrived,

Only reminds me of the fractured mask

you place to cover a jaded exterior.