Mind and body.
Brutus and Cassius —
I want to reach your heart,
even if it’s the cold steel
and not my skin that pierces you first.
I want to enter your being,
if it means making you realize
just how much you meant.
I want to jolt your conscience into sapience,
to wake you from your slumber—
the slumber that has kept you from me,
my sleeping beauty.

I don’t want to abandon you.
Only, you’ve scratched away
the last few threads that kept us mended.
You’re my pillowcase.
I was needled into being
to fit you, and only you.
Why have you outshaped me,
and gone so far?