centre

This piece was written from one part of the self to another.

they say that the eyes are the centre
of your soul
and if I just look hard enough,
if I just look true enough
I find you there in the mirror

I find the you that says
"it's not okay"
I find the you that cries
in the night
when he isn't there
(not there to hold the secret you
in the centre of me)
I find the you that somehow
still thinks you failed

you did not fail
how could you fail?

you who were the the centre,
my centre,
of logic and reason
unified, amalgamated

you who was my centre,
who held together through everything,
you are crumbling

and I, I who was the broken
I am the one left,
the only one left to hold the glue

Author's Note

All constructive criticism is welcome, but please bear in mind that this poem's improper capitalisation is deliberate. Thanks for reading and reviewing!