EVERY TIME

Every time I look in the mirror with that pitiful glance, I make myself less lovable. Every time I cry over the same thing, I make myself less worthy of being heard. Every time I hear your voice wrapped up with strong words I make myself less of a human. Every time I speak about you, I make my wordless worthy of being me.

Every time I write about you, I make myself a murderer who is too reluctant to kill you again.