I am just like her—
Trapped in a sea of white.
My mind is just as frayed—
My heart just as sliced.
By the glittering blades
That contrived all her words.
The letters of her thoughts,
Locked—in all her Mirth.
Her poetry—screams of Despair,
Lie there—lonely—on the shelf,
I can see the parallels
Between that tortured girl,
And myself.
Every day, I sit and stare
at you talking about what others consider nonsense.
I'd call you a wordsmith,
Staged-like words flowing off the tip of your tongue.
I hunch in the corner of the group,
I came to sit by you everyday,
Listening to your laugh,
Imagining what it'd be like if we were friends,
Knowing you don't feel the same.
my heart was ripped apart in seconds
and it only took a few hours to be stitched up again.
those stitches won't stay
just like I know you won't.
you leave the conversations like deer,
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