Am I?
- 2 days ago
- 1 min read
Not sure I understand.
I don’t feel threatened with you
I don’t feel framed
When you laugh, I know it’s with
You’re safety
When I touch the glass
You see streaks in pretty pictures
So as never, to tame
..
Will you love me
If my hair’s up
and it’s less of
the, vulnerable, pretty
When my hands make blades
as I run through them
Clumps fall from me
Of ‘innocence’, they scream is silly
..
I can be a cynic
I don’t know how to turn off the fountain
Pace the light show
When I was told I was a dark horse
It’s about what helps me survive
My fragile, laced with bravado
..
Why do I mean more now you see the depth in me
When abdication came from the depths of
my stains
I like poetry, what does that mean to you
about me?
A soul wounded, of trauma soup
Bullied by her own constraints
..
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