The way he kissed me was lifeless.
As if the entire universe was between us.
His heart beat was nothing more than a reminder that he was real,
That this was real.
His breath was a heat-wave, rolling over me-
Demanding my submission.
His touch was a thousand knives, penetrating my flesh.
And as if that wasn\'t enough- my heart was weighed down by all of my decisions.
By each moment that led me here.
It\'s my fault,
Or so I\'ve been told.
Like it wasn\'t enough, that I said, \"No\".
Like my apparel gave permission,
And the time of night, consent.
My only way of redemption,
I was told, is confession.
I\'m not the broken one,
He is.
I\'m not the fragmented mirror,
I\'m merely the reflection;
And he\'s the glass,
Broken into shards.
He\'s not broken by what he did-
Rather, he\'s been broken all along.
And no-one could fix him.
I\'m not Humpty Dumpty,
You\'re not the kings men.
And I don\'t fucking need;
TO be put back together again.