I recoil 

Like a child

When i get struck

Instead of tended

I am not even sure

When my skin

Became so thin

Like an encore

That forgot to stop
And my cells


A little unsure
I feel its when

He told me

I wasnt good enough

And who the hell

Would want YOU anyway
Blue eyes

Gleam like mine

Terrifyingly beautiful

Mostly ripping though

Intact bits apart
That horrible untruth

That unravels

The fearless


And singles
Who have nobody

To hold them

On cold shimmery

Moon Overnights
So before you strike

What is it may i do
For you

And what if

That were me

And I as you…


 think about it

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