beautiful girl
what did you do?
to have someone like him
love someone like you?

beautiful girl
what did he see?
what was in you
that wasn't in me?

was it your chocolate hair
that he loved so much?
was it your porcelain skin
that he loved to touch?

or was it something that i
just couldn't see?
or just everything i
couldn't be?

beautiful girl
what does he say?
how does it feel
to be loved this way?

what is it like to hear
his stupid laugh?
to have everything i
couldn't have?

was it your chocolate hair
that he loved so much?
was it your porcelain skin
that he loved to touch?

or was it something that i
just couldn't see?
or everything i
couldn't be?

i'm not angry
i just wasn't enough
please take care
of the
only boy
i've
ever
loved
.

yes, it was your chocolate hair
that he loved so much
it was your porcelain skin
that he loved to touch

it was your smile
that lit up a million worlds
it was you
it was you
all along
the
beautiful
girl
.

there must be a place where broken words go
the ones without a limb
not fully formed
not spoken right
not heard

there must be a place where broken words go
the sentences left uncompleted
the trailing words that never left the lips
the "but" and the "and"
that were always left hanging

somewhere between silence and speech
there must be a place where broken words go
full of stutters and writers block sufferers
somewhere between the "i love"
and the "you" that never followed
or the "wait"
that was whispered into the air
the "please come back"
that made peace with dying
on the corners of a turning mouth

there must be a place where broken words go
the words spoken but never heard
the letters written but never posted
the train of thought that crashed into the clouds
the words in the bottle that traveled the sea
but sunk to the bottom before it could ever reach

there must be a place where my broken words go
the stains on my diary that didn't come from a pen
and the letters on my thighs that don't make sense
the things i could never say
and the things i said that came out all wrong
all the broken alphabets in my song
that cry for salvation
for one more chance

there must be a place where broken words go
there must be a place i can call home.

Of all the places
she sought to hide
She only found one
safe place inside
in dancing images
where the poetry
resides.