Broken Mend

Broken Mend

slit writs drip exhaustion
searching for a higher calling
valuing only a name on lips
not worth a mention
stuck in this dentention
bound by mistakes
and failed attempts to forgive

bloodied by life’s blows
blackened eyes and broken
hearts don’t cause tear ducts
to flow free
though I seek atonement
sanctuary from the thoughts
resting in a mind with no room
for looking back

I count down to almost
even when it doesn’t count
knowing the smallest victories
won’t mean a thing tomorrow

yet – I hold
with a firm grasp
the I love you escaping
from lips
that won’t dare
repeat that sin