Saturday, October 24, 2009


You make me feel perfect
then tell me I'm flawed
who the fuck do I think I am
A butterfly with a broken wing
and a frayed, leaking heart
and a bruised, twisted mind
I swallow the pain like rain
mixed with cold, wet leaves
that scratch as they go down
into my stomach that boils
like witches brew
I am through with this
it took me nine years
to get over him
but I will never
get over you
I left you to a diseased world...

1 comment:

Melissa said...

It's been almost two months since you posted this, and it still preys on me. Absolutely beautiful wording, but it hurts my heart.

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