For years, you kissed me darkly.
A love so frantic
and unraveling at the seams,
blinded by your need to feel.
Consumed with a fear you cannot see,
my glass skin shivered, shattered
from your strength.
I had to collect myself
each time and wipe
the blood from these cuts
on my jeans.
When I finally left that morning,
the dark night lifted
to pink skies and sun.
Am I blessed
without you?