I've held my world in a paper cup,
Wanting nothing more than to be water-proofed
To keep me from melting like molasses in your tears.
My words are just noise to you,
(When did my vocal chords become a trombone?)
So why are you still grieving?
I've been tenuous, at best,
But I'll break this if I can
(I never treated "us" lightly; now I'm walking on eggshells. Oops. Clumsy girl . . .)
I've held my world in a paper cup,
(All I wanted was a little change . . .)
And for awhile you were my paper doll.
(Let me strip you down again. I liked you better vulnerable and naked . . .)
But you're too big for my cup now.
I'm throwing you away
Before you melt me down to nothing.

03/11/2003

Author's Note: This is my first poem posted. I know the parentheticals are random, to say the least, and may take away from the poem, but I like the feel of what they bring (though I'm not liking the first "vocal cord" one. Not really strong enough.). I am NOT getting rid of the last one though! : ) Let me know what you think, and thank you!

Posted on 03/12/2003
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