I met his eyes, and look away.
You're crazy, or
you're lying, or
you are wrong.
There's no piece of me that's precious,
no piece of me worth saving.
"You're the best part of my life."
His eyes met mine, looked away.
I'm not crazy, or
I know that look,
and I know he doesn't believe me.
We are so much the same.
Equally damaged, our broken pieces align.
It's beautiful; we are everything to each other.
It's tragic; we are nothing to ourselves.