confined

there you go again
you’re staring through her skin
just like you always did
reaching for her hand

and i wonder if i can be on the outside of that
but i’m confined

what is the story you tell yourself?
when you’re sober
when you’re alone

do you miss the age
of golden kisses
rays on your skin,
you let it sink in
that feeling of life
when it begins

you’re seventeen, you’re twenty-three
you’re somewhere far and few between
and you’re breaking
you won’t let it show
ain’t that the way it goes?

there you go again
ruining rampant
twisting your words and ways
to get her to stay

you wonder why
when you prick my skin
nothing bleeds—i’m as hollow within
as i am without
you

now my fists are bruised
the skin diffused
onto the ground,
with the mirror too
and i curse myself
this sight of “you”
cause i can’t own up
to what’s inside
what’s past, behind
i feel confined