my arms are never
open, not to rain,
and not to you.
i feel like i'm falling
away into wherever
you never wanted me
to go. and i will ask
if anybody cared,
did anybody care enough
to lay me down
on tiles
rather than stone?
i'm naked,
stripped,
so light a match
and watch me burn.
curled on your floor
in child shapes,
take one last look
at me, just me;
for you'll forget this
soon enough.
and i should probably
tell you,
i'm unsure why
i'm falling away
in the cracks
of anything i love.
but i should probably
tell you,
my breath breaks
on your collar
when you're trying
to save me.
does that make me
hopeless?
Author notes
I talk to God, but the sky is empty.
- Sylvia Plath
ew.
sorry, this sucks.
i'll fix it later.
A contest entry
- Current mood swing: Clutter → Confusion → Chaos by Never Fall in Love.
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Comments
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excellent. not much to fix, but don't touch the last two stanzas.
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