My mouth remained
closed, although
puddles of my thoughts
ran freely inside my
head
I kissed boo-boo’s;
wiped tears away and
spoke soft words of
comfort behind the
echoes of my soul
the door was always open
but I remained locked
inside;
walking in shadows, falling
through cracks-
a grain of dust on the edge
of dreams
behind a cluster of expressions
you stole my blue eyes with
sick satisfaction;
selecting my darkness in
precise shades of gray
in the steel of my echo,
simple sentences are formed
as I taste delicious freedom
I pray for forgiveness as I
shed my skin crawl inside of you
looking through your cold eyes;
as the air hides the sky, I say;
“I’m not myself today, perhaps
I am you”
-anger always crashes loud
and band-aides hurt when
removed slowly
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