My heart is soft
You would never know
From the outside I’m stone
And on the inside I crumble
To think of you,
                  only you

when you crawl through broken glass
just to prove something
but what are you proving?
i broke all my dishes just to make a point.
i didn't have a point.

My stomach cries to me, begs pitifully
gurgling like a drowning old crone
I don't give a ****

I screamed loudly
they measured each scream
it seemed to fit
they nodded, and clicked on my heart
following my descent
into
madness
and I replay sad violin music, and try to slow down the harmful strokes.
you
you you you
you ALL
sit by
and nod
and hem
and haw
and enjoy
the raw beauty
that are
to you
just
*******
words