Trapped in the Mirrors of Winter
Girl, you keep telling yourself
‘it was real’. When all you did
was cradle the ghost of a love
Six months have passed
since you tried to boycott your
heart; tried to call it love when
all he called you was soft.
You can’t remember the storm.
You can only taste the salt.
Your skin is still bruised with
all the words they made you
apologise for, like you were
the mistake at fault.
So he tried to give you the world.
This world isn’t enough
when all you want to do is live.