Love, hate, miss, forget,
so many feelings inside...
Who cares if I am broken?
Who thinks of me when I feel shattered...
Sometimes I find myself pulling strings
Out of book bags, shirts, and little things...
I am done sewing metaphors
and painting happy endings...
Dear Anonymous-
I wish to underline the novelty...
I had longed for your security
You were supposed to protect me...
Sometimes I just want to feel like I am flying
When my feet are on the ground...
On blankets of woven moon clouds
my mind trys to escape...
She's sitting in the dark again
staring at the wall...
My scars on my body tell the stories that I can't
they tell about my pain...
I would be wiping your
tears, laying beside you...
If mirrors could talk...