I’m good enough to fight over
to break hearts for
right?
I’m good enough to cause chaos
to instigate outrageous obsession
right?
I know how it is
when all he wants to do is touch my face
and instead he hits me
or pulls my hair
to release the pressure
To release the tension
which is building like water
upon a broken dam
my tears climb down
my face like melted
sand
they cool and turn
into glass as they
drop
from my cheeks.
tiny shards that
cut the tops of my feet
spurting forth
every single word I
would like to but
cannot
say.
© 2007
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