Fraying Edges

We were lipstick stains

Unmade sheets on unmade beds

Not enough to quench the thirst

Or fill the void

Left after disaster

We were holding comfort close

In a makeshift shelter

Not quite

Blocking out the cold

We were broken windows

And mud streaked across your face

Not enough to make amends

Or make ends meet

We were a maze of

Minotaurs and you

Were the tattered ball of string

Disintegrating at the touch

Of a single greasy finger

We were cross-bred

Well fed

Plants with no soil

No water

No sun

The aftershock

Rocked us

Rattled us

Until we were apiece of paper

Covered in poetry

Ripped and taped back together

You were glue that wouldn't take

We were unmade

Unsafe

I tried to light us up

We were a sweaty hand

Grabbing at the dark

And wet sand

Working its way between your toes

Flies buzzing

Buzzing around your brain

Trying to dry the rain

You wrapped me up in deli paper

Oil seeping through my skin

Whispered sweet nothings

Into my bleeding chest

Let me

Stitch my own wounds

Let me make us break

Into pieces and fragments

So we are nothing

But

We were never really anything at all