Written by Jacob Ibrag
You expect me to fill the gaps within
your heart, to disregard all the hate you
have for yourself. Somewhere along the lines
of us, you became a carbon copy of our blank
walls, draped with potential yet lack of color.
There are times when glimpses of you would
seep through those still eyes and I’d cry because
it would never last longer than a few seconds.
Part of me wonders if I should just leave in
hopes that you rediscover your missing
piece, the piece that used to fill me.