Or something dull like that.
I'm shattered
back in the urban strawl
with a heart that has hardened
and a hope that has started to haunt.
all my masks have been
worn through...
my every move is easily
seen and reduced to
spectators ash.
I don't know how i become
loved or where the boat
will need to dock.
but here i am.
twenty years old and
over it.
his feelings, her ego
oh fuck off.
i'm busy looking up ways
to remember who i
was.
The only real love that ever
mattered was severed
from me.
And like every other
amputee i can
sometimes feel what
was cut off of me.
the dreams are
cracking me open.
creaking and erupting
im falling all over the floor,
in bits and pieces.
Fumbling & bumbling
I'm your girl.
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Submission Name: The Mixes Make the Madness
