I see the light reflected
from the broken, jagged edges
and I’m captured by the patterns
I can just almost discern
as you shift and turn so quietly
that no else will notice
you try to disappear again
but somehow my eyes find you
still lost in the moments
as they rise to overwhelm
consuming you as you seem
to have consumed me
captured by the chaos
that you fight to seal away
but those patterns and reflections
those torn and tattered corners
of the tapestry that brought you here
are what draws me in like moth to flame
and I can’t help but bleed myself
on some jagged edges of my own