bedroom mirror

i want the parts of you

that you only see in your bedroom mirror

i want the parts of you that beat slowly

in your bed under a pillow

i want the parts that you think no one sees

except me, outside of your window

i want your silence

your anger and weeping

your tears that fall onto your bedsheets

when you can't breathe

i want your anger

your horrifying fears

your hands using the pencil

that cut so sheer

i want your veins

wrapped around my heart

your screams inside my ear

as i break down

i want your demons

your integrating thoughts

your silencing motions

your terrified heart