[ Fragments ] molding // stasis

[[ pieces of you trapped in stasis // held in cold and foreign places ]]

I wrote this poem about a bad relationship, one that I'm beyond now. The memory, however never truly goes away, and can even find it's way into my current relationships (because brains are faillable little things).

Sometimes you slot into someone's life so well and so clearly that you meet all their needs. You stop being seen for who you are and you start being seen as the roles you play. Your partner forgets there are thoughts in your head, or you come to realize they never really cared about them.

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molding // stasis

I'm folding space,
  holding grace,
trapped awake
  in all these places.

My tight-laced 
  enduring waste, says,
"We won't change
  unless life makes us."

But, they see themselves so great, yes.
Here we are, collapsed in stasis.

"There's no one good
  out there who gets me."
You must be crazy,
  aren't I plenty?

I guess I see
  how you see me.
A pretty face —
  head so empty.

— A Fragment Of Her Starlight

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