Modern Dating

I don’t know what caused us to break apart
like cracks on an eggshell, the criss-cross splintering of thin armour
a mirror to what feels to be splintering somewhere inside
myself. I blame myself
for all the unanswered texts that lie forgotten
in the cell phone you reached for
more often than you reached for me.

I spend too many late nights wishing love could be effortless
beauty, like what you used to call me,
so I force-feed my mind reassuring thoughts
that feel like lies
I know they are lies
because if you saw in me what I saw in you
we wouldn’t be another “almost”