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whimsical girl.
by Jared Fladeland
i once knew a girl who made the world a butterfly
full of color, race, and broken shards of glass.
She envies those who could smile with a straight face
because she hurt so much inside she wished her vision
was blood and used condoms.
I once knew a girl.
And I'm grateful she's nothing but a memory.
Oh, the trappings of the whimsical girl
who ends up being nothing
but mixed up intenstines and emotions.
I'm not a surgeon, or a Mr. Fix-It.
And that's why I had to let her go.
01/15/2007 Posted on 01/16/2007
Copyright © 2024 Jared Fladeland
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Therese Elaine on 01/16/07 at 05:43 AM This is absolutely raw...I really like it because of that gut-wrenching affect it has. |
| Posted by Katerina T Nix on 01/16/07 at 06:04 AM In the end, we need we need to be our own heroes. Thank you for reminding me of that. Brilliant words. -Kat xo |
| Posted by Gira Bryant on 10/22/07 at 05:36 AM Mmm. I used to be that girl. |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 03/10/08 at 03:26 PM i remember reading this a time before, but i wasn't sure how to comment, i guess because it seemed to hit pretty close to home, it still does, but a home that seems vague and distant now... |
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