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Colleen Nov 2014
nobody has ever bothered
to pick me up
dust me off

run your fingers down my spine
everything will be alright

remove my cover
gaze beyond
view the chapters
in which my life has gone

memorize my pages
the good and the bad
remember the sufferings
and comforts had

highlight your favorite parts
sentences and stanzas
dually remarked

dog-ear the sections
you find yourself rereading
leave a bookmark, save your place
i’ll always be here waiting

lay me down
on your bedside
we’ll comfort each other
all throughout the night

wear the pages of my life
under your fingertip’s tread
remember the verses
imprint them in your mind
for when my ink is dead
Colleen Sep 2014
as children we are told
that knives hurt and leave scars
but what your mother never told you
is that words leave marks too

"don't run with scissors" she says
but what the hell am i supposed to do
when someone throws a paragraph
and it knocks the breath out of me?

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