Fractured Crystalline Forms

Told me my edges cut like diamonds, though you lingered in the glistening claret I left behind.
Wielded my insecurities as your daggers, sharpened the blade with every vacant touch.
Though you were next to me, I laid in an empty bed.
I got used to being used by you.
For so long, my lust screamed what my mind and heart could not. But you knew, and you ate it up, reveling in it.
You took up so much space and overflowed into mine, you left no room for me.
Until every inhale I took was fused with pieces of you, burning as they went down.

Stolen glances and ill-fated romances of past lives coalesced into the malignant carnage I accepted at present.
You carved from my bones such a convenient, convincing fantasy. A conflict of plot I lost myself in.
I knew you were not my quiet, you were not my peace.
You were just a way to lower the volume, a destructive distraction. But I abandoned myself to you anyway.
I was always doomed to crash heart first in our dead end, at a hundred miles and hour.
My favorite torture was melting into you, dancing with the shadows beneath your skin, as they poisoned me from the outside in.

So lost in what I wasn’t to you, I didn’t realize I could be without you,
And I couldn’t be bothered to see what I had become.
The guilt and the shame, a gritty texture on my tongue.
I put the scythe in your hands, still in awe, as you reaped me of my identity.
Eroding my broken pieces down, until they were no longer parts of me. But parts you needed me to be, what you wanted me to be.
Fabricated components not fit for production.
Alas, when my eyes finally opened, that which you were too afraid to admit became my transcendence.