Brittle Bones
The things I never thought I’d tell you, As I laid in bed holding myself after every nightmare, When I found your Christmas card, Even a lock of your hair traveled with me to my new home. Nothing ever really felt like home, And nothing ever could feel like you, But eventually, my hair grew longer, And my patience grew shorter, I walked a little different in October, And cheap beer was nothing but champagne to my worries, I decided it was time to be honest to my therapist and tell him I missed you, I decided it was time to be honest with myself and tell myself I hate you, Overall, It was time I looked in a mirror, Sober, Drunk, Or even somewhere in between the two, There I was looking for something that didn’t scare me, Searching for support when all I found was shame, I might just be every monster I’ve ever read about, Hiding from the promises I’ve made to myself, I closed my eyes at the first sign of romance, I stopped looking for you in other people, Because you were still just an e...