I no longer recognise my fingers.
They have fallen silent on my hands.
Their battery has emptied,
Lost connection to my head.
I no longer recognise my thoughts.
They're like those earbuds with a chord.
Those you put neatly into your pocket,
Only to surface in discord.
I recognise my feelings
But too many of them are left unwrung,
Without writing about it
To put breath back into my lungs.
I recognise my heartbreak,
I just didn't expect to be here again.
The sting hasn't come out yet
Will it happen once more then?
A body beyond repair.
A story book left open-ended.
I'm trying hard to convince myself
That the me that was me hasn't ended.
A body now left sunken
And sleeping beauty will not wake.
You chose to have me broken,
And what's broken will never unbreak.
I no longer recognise my fingers
And you no longer recognise my face.
But if it makes you feel better,
Just lie and say that it was fate.
