Relations Poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul

this is how I died
knowing you for the last ten years
but really only knowing you for a week
it was long enough to fall in, and out
of love

I'm tired.

Weary of being brave, bold faced
demure in clear boxes
while wayward pieces of me fell
or were picked clean daily
while you sharpened all
the scissors and knives
till they cut wishes

my world rests within shelves
yet there are still attempts
at self-creation, lacking boundaries
and when there's failure
I like to cry on your pillow
so you're forced to sleep on my tears