(dayre excerpt #2... i usually just write there now)
I am so sorry — this has nothing to do with you, you are a separate entity, you are collateral damage. You are nothing but an innocent bystander yet your loose parts collide with my harsh edges — they leave rips on your palms.
There is something inside of me that has changed. Until I am healed, cracks no longer dispersed by light, there is no room for you in these altered spaces between my heart and my breath that falls short at your name.