Wrong

There is something wrong with me

There is something wrong with me
she tells herself in the mirror
as she looks into eyes
bloodshot
from drink and purging
the bags underneath
carrying more
than broken sleep

There is something wrong with me
as she sees the pale bony
road map of her body
intersected with highways
she scarred the landscape
with herself

There is something wrong with me
as she cannot make herself
stand up
any more
and the dripping walls
and wet lino against
her cheek feels
more real
than her skin
has her whole life

To say she is dying
means she is alive at this point
But how do you realise
you’re drowning
if you don’t know
what it feels like
to breathe?

There is something wrong with me
and she knows this
but she doesn’t know
what it is
and she won’t know
until she sheds
this invisible armour
of lies
and lets the truth
fight it’s way
to the surface

The man who gasps
for the first time
gasps again
at the body
she has left him
There is something wrong with me

There is something wrong with me
he tells himself in the mirror
as he looks into eyes
bloodshot
from crying
the bags packed by the door
carrying more
than broken hearts

There is something wrong with me
as he sees the newly rebuilt landscape
the new growth on his face
above the twin hills
on his chest
watered at their presence

There is something wrong with me
and he cannot stand this
any more
and he did not escape
one ocean
of expectations
to be swept under
in another

There is nothing wrong with me
I tell myself in the mirror
as I look into my eyes
I see the fire of my resolve
and I carry with me
the knowledge
that it is the world
not me
that’s broken
and a map
that holds
the homes
of the dear friends
hands I hold

There is nothing wrong with us
as we look at our love mirrored
as we look into the bright eyes
burning an honest flame
There is nothing wrong with us
as we unload our bodies
as we set down the logs
we kept
and carried
of guilt regret and shame

There is nothing wrong with us
as we light our bonfires
together
not to evaporate the oceans
but to show there’s air
to breathe

There is nothing wrong with us
There is nothing wrong
with us
Let the wind
carry this truth
and thank the truth
no longer hiding

Because although
our fires
not always
seen
There is nothing
wrong
with trying

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