Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Blown

I've fallen apart 
Once or twice.  
I've buckled under the pressure. 
I've slain you in my thoughts
A million times,
And yet, here you are still. 
He murders my heart
And I let him. 
He spreads my legs
And I bet him
That he could never change my mind. 
You forget my birthday
But the candles still get blown. 
I make the same wish 
Every year. 
My darling,
I wish that you 
would just disappear. 

-written September 3rd 2013



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