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If I could pause the world for a little while, I would
I would stay here
Huddled in your arms
Refusing to let go
Just a little longer

If I could turn back time, I would
Back to tea parties on the carpet

The spine cracks as my fingers open the pages
Revealing great sorrow
Pain
Joy
Life
Within these pieces of paper
Bound by bits of string and glue
Holding an entire world within
Memories and truths and lessons learned are

Seen as some sort of twisted demon
Some monstrosity of incalculable evil
Bringers of death

They cannot sing the way others can
Throaty cracks caked in a croak
Echo through the trees

Flying effortlessly

I pick my phone up
And put it down

Think of texting you
Change my mind

I  pick my phone up
And put it down

You are angry
But so am I

You want me to respond
And I want to ignore you

I was writing a poem
And I read what I wrote
And deleted it all

I wrote a poem
And read it aloud
And closed the document I wrote it in

I was writing a poem
And my mother walked into my room
And I shut my computer

Don’t you find it funny
That the person who has broken your fingers
Wants to show you
How to prevent 
Someone else
From Breaking
Your Fingers

Don’t you find it funny
That the person who stabbed your heart