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Becca Dec 2018
Sometimes so many ideas
are rushing through my head
That I cry tears
Of words
Becca Dec 2018
The words bleed out
As you tell me
About the monsters
In your mind
Becca Dec 2018
My chest hurts
I’m breathing rocks
The expression on my face
No one shall ever see
Becca Dec 2018
I tap my nails
Nervously
Remembering what you said
Becca Dec 2018
deep breaths,
as you paint your stars
extend them into constellations
then galaxies
and a whole new darkness begins
Becca Dec 2018
I pulled at the roots
but he didn’t budge
so I left him in the ground
and I sat and thought
“maybe he’s not ready”
Becca Dec 2018
it hurts
but at least
I don’t have to
think about you
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