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Feb 2015 · 766
skel-e-ton
madelyn grace Feb 2015
The more I stand here
     in this downpour,
The more I question if
    the water is still flowing, or

if it's just my tears

Dripping down my frail body,
Cascading over each prominent rib,
And coursing through each protruding hip bone,

highlighting each defect with His gleaming smile
     as if He knows something I don't.

And I wonder, just how many times
the Water will try to slip his slithering hand
around my wrist,
  Before my essence follows Him down the drain.

And I wonder, just how many times
  I have to hear how fragile
I must be
  Before my spirit melts entirely.

And I wonder, just how many times
  I'll be told how small
I am
  Before my soul fades into nothingness

and I forget I exist as a person,
         not just
a Skeleton
Feb 2015 · 510
don't forget
madelyn grace Feb 2015
don't forget
I was there

when he wasn't
when he caged your soul
and set it free
and caught it again
And Killed It.

don't forget
I was there

when you were falling apart
when you had to pick up the pieces
and needed help
and said I was the best thing you had
And Then He Came Back.

don't forget
I was there

when you pushed me away
when you said I obviously didn't care
and my concern was too much of a burden
and it somehow became my fault
And I Stopped Trying.

don't forget
that I won't be there

when you come crawling back
when you apologize a million times
and you leave him again
and say it was all your fault
And I'll Say, "*******."

— The End —