let me fold myself
inside
out,
and show you my blue
veins,
like future tears flowing
through my broken body,
and my bleeding heart,
barely beating hart,
that is MY light dying
out.
-----
Stacy wept on the
ground, pounding her fist
into the ruined grass, defeated.
I looked on, blissfully
removed.
-----
I wnt her to know
that this moment will not remain this moment.
The boy
whom seh thinks she loves
is just a dent in the surface
of her hart.
Dents reshape.
The world
that she knows to be cruel
is actually her shelter
from the greater unknown.
-----
We were falling away.
You left me with a bittersweet
taste.
But when I send my heart your way,
it bounces off the walls you
made.
Ricochet.
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