Drop the bass

Or a brick.

Or the words I fought to say from my crumpled shaking body. Which you wrote down, but didn't hear.

Or the words I didn't say, held tightly under band aids and close to my weak self.

I lost you.
Or did you loose me?

I found a mirror.
My face blurred, in and out of focus.
My past demons stirring.

I found something sharper than my wit.
My hand stained and shaking.
My past demons stirring.

I found something more destructive than my will to live.
My heart heavy.
My current demons thriving.

I found you.
Or did you find me?
As I was loosing myself.
As you were lost in yourself.

I found room to breathe.