Half Empty

I always write when I'm broken

Bleeding from my chest

Staining the paper

Blood mixing with ink from my pen

I've never written while whole

I've never seen the glass so full

I don't even believe these words as I write them

Is that my intuition telling me I'm right?

Already sneering I told you so

Or my scars reopening

Unable to beat with the weight of a whole heart in this flat, boney chest

Nothing lasting forever

Coming too soon

Like boys in high school