Frayed Edges

Here I go again.

Omitting truth for peace.

Afraid to crush your fragile sentimentality.

Constantly teetering on the scale of our relationship.

This time I won’t falter,

No matter the cost.

This time I will speak my mind,

Without concern for your delicate heart.

The one I fight to understand as I search for my empathy.

I’m sure someone took it from me.

Perhaps it was misplaced along with the loose change, the keys, and unkept promises.

Or it’s at the bottom of the junk drawer where I stowed away my thin skin,

when I upgraded to thicker skin and a backbone.

Still, after all of this,

I’ll let you fray my edges.

I’ll let you inside,

I’ll let you take me apart.

I’ll let you see every darkness and every light.

I’ll let you rearrange me until I am no more.

I’ll let you fray my edges.

Then love me for it

and remind me who I am.

-Clary

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