Cracked Crystal

Start over.
This is starting over,
Getting over what was once holding me back, I don’t know, exactly.
Maybe a mutual hatred between myself and the world
Between what I can’t have and what I’ve got.
It’s enough
More than enough
But I am not enough. Prefectionists only last so long, eat or be eaten.
Give up or give in.
I’m laying on my carpet, counting the fibers
That stick into my skin, wondering if I mean as much,
If there was a way I could embed myself into someone and add the comfort we all need.
But I’m cold. Been left outside too long,
Tried to run from myself with the rain like ice, embedding tiny crystals to my skin.
If I could catch them…
If they wouldn’t just melt.
Maybe then I could sparkle myself new.