the circle is (in)complete

I am almost as shattered as you are almost as lifeless as you so do not pretend that you are not damaged that you are not ruptured since your eyes give you away every time and I whisper when you leave when you turn your back but it is always those words that will never find you that will never meet you they will never even make a sound and say do you think they actually exist when not even the sky or the night or you can hear them say are they there when no one is near and I can no longer see you or be you when they are spoken but does it really matter when both of us are equally broken?