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Unravel me
Loosen up the bow, feel the needle pull
Out words I never did mean
Well, you know me

After the bliss, a liar
Gets tired of this
It feels like the truth’s a fire
They play with for kicks
Even today,
with callouses on my fingertips
I still reach out to touch you
and feel pain

And even today,
with lips thinned to shallow line
I still recite your verses
And though I change,

It's what you've made of me
It's what you've made of me

That lives forever
All the same
Today another part of me found weeping
Froze rigid by a fragile touch
Sat beneath a sobbing willow
And didn't ask for much
But to languish in your steady shadows
To huddle where you hide
And when I sigh, it's hope surmising
That you are by my side
Because I loved you
I fancied myself kind
To bow at your fingertips

Because I loved you
I felt myself strong
Enough to break

Your care,
Ever changing,
Floods me inside out

The dam bursts just
from the pinprick of a fracture

And I shatter

Because I loved you
i called you
when texting felt too heavy,
too many words stuck inside.

you picked up.

i tried to hide the tears,
soft breaths breaking through,
hoping you wouldn’t hear
the weight in my voice.

and still, you stayed.
a casket my bed, my morbid rest
I am dead
I am blessed
death; a darkness that roams fancily dressed.
Two flowers of the same seed,
One grows, and the other doesn’t.
Everyone says Flower One is so beautiful and praises it,
But little did they know Flower One
Was pretending to be Flower Two
And was just very good at it.
Flower Two was never talked about
Unless being compared to Flower One.

Emotionless objects, but a deep message.
They follow but never support,
See but never comment,
Hate, then plagiarize.

I’ve come so far but still sink.
Gave too much for half-truths.
I look to be saved from non-saviors.
Stupidity and trust — my greatest weakness.

Time hasn’t brought me peace,
Only made me think about
Every little decision —
The gift of a curse:
My luck.

I’m Flower Two.
 Jun 2 Dorothea Daisy
Boma
Hardly anything on earth is free
Pay the price I paid for you
There's a lot you owe me
There's a price list too
From now on, every tear I shed costs a nickel
Every "I love you" costs a dime
Every little broken piece of my heart costs ten dollars
Maybe I'll be have enough to buy myself back
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