Tuesday, December 20, 2011

diamonds in a packet

face pieced together to hide
empty eyes, empty bones, empty soul
feet cold, wrists tired from holding up glass bowls
because it doesn't break, doesn't break when it's smoke
doesn't bruise when it gives you breath
tempts you with sanity instead

and oh, these beautiful promises
wrapping themselves around your fingers, uncurling themselves in your lungs and filling you
when there isn't anymore of you left to lose
too young to find something that hurt more than falling asleep on broken glass
euphoria shaped in a name that left too many scars

you could love her. Love her as her skin starts breaking
try to save her as the wind steals away fragments
as she crumbles, laughing
screaming as she races against the world, desperate to fly

face pieced together to hide
empty eyes, empty bones, empty soul
feet cold, wrists tired from holding up glass bowls
because it doesn't break, doesn't break, doesn't break-
when it's smoke
and she cannot break, cannot break, cannot break
when she already broke

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