Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Such a bankrupt girl
My fingers are mangled and bruised.
I giggle when I see them shudder from trauma.
I'm broken in odd places,
They grab the glue to hold me together
But after so many years
They should know better…
It slips and falls away from my hands,
Falls into places I can fit in.
I continue to try,
Continue to grasp.
I'm almost certain I wasn't meant to be
Such a bankrupt girl.
My skin is crawling,
I pull it back to me now,
Straighten it out like an old sheet,
Put it away for colder weather.
April 14, 2009
I giggle when I see them shudder from trauma.
I'm broken in odd places,
They grab the glue to hold me together
But after so many years
They should know better…
It slips and falls away from my hands,
Falls into places I can fit in.
I continue to try,
Continue to grasp.
I'm almost certain I wasn't meant to be
Such a bankrupt girl.
My skin is crawling,
I pull it back to me now,
Straighten it out like an old sheet,
Put it away for colder weather.
April 14, 2009
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Such a bankrupt girl
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