crack

It’s beginning again.

I can feel it beneath my skin.

Weeks ago, I heard the crack

and I laughed to myself

-at myself-

for believing that it could grow back.

Thank you for reminding me.

I was just about to start seeing things on

the bright side.

You’re just in time to stop me from aiming

too high.

I almost forgot that things will never be okay

and that no matter what I do

I’ll always feel this way.