Aftermath

It's yet another morning

Its silent, peaceful hand on my throat

And I miss that time

Back when I was yet to know that panic is a luxury

Giving up was still a crime

Edges of death still beautiful

I held shards of ice in my hands and I could see your reflection

Features so sharp, they cut me when we kissed

Leaning over the railing

Panic, you said, made me beautiful

It's all gotten old now, I could laugh

When water runs along my fingertips, drips from the bracelets on my wrists

Your face, melted

Lukewarm and unclear

All I can do is learn to love this version of you

And my own reflection, twisted and foreign

But still unscathed

There's time to learn to love it too

But how much time is needed to teach oneself to fear again?