she is sorry
for being so angry
sometimes
for being so intense
most times
for feeling too much
all the time
even with the most trivial of things
for always being ready to strike back
at the first sign of ache
and for always being on-the-move
so quick to pack her things
at the first sign of argument
for her soul is peppered with thorns
the sharp points turned inwards instead of out
and she can't help but yelp
even with the slightest of touch
her skin is still intact
but she is sure
yes she can feel it
there is a rupture within her
—and they just see them as bruises, nothing more
Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 6:28 AM UTC
she is sorry
for being so angry
sometimes
for being so intense
most times
for feeling too much
all the time
even with the most trivial of things
for always being ready to strike back
at the first sign of ache
and for always being on-the-move
so quick to pack her things
at the first sign of argument
for her soul is peppered with thorns
the sharp points turned inwards instead of out
and she can't help but yelp
even with the slightest of touch
her skin is still intact
but she is sure
yes she can feel it
there is a rupture within her
—and they just see them as bruises, nothing more
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