these pretty, little, broken
things, the way they're
thrown about,
i let them in.
i know.

i let them in.

now i cast these demons out.

they play with you
they lay with you
they look back at me
and smile. you'd think
that you would notice
after a while the pieces you are
sleeping with, all these tiny parts
arms & legs & fingers & toes &
lacking tiny hearts,

when did you stop seeing me
when did i stop wishing
to be seen
this can't be love this can't be hate,
just something imbetween
as i flutter
flutter

flutter

quietly...

all these pretty, little, broken
things.

01/13/2016

Author's Note: shhh.

Posted on 01/13/2016
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