the knots, they began
deep down in my stomach
tendrils reached out,
wrapped around every piece
of everything alive
inside of me, i feel
the twisted fingers,
reaching quietly for this
frayed and broken heart of
mine,
To fix;
to hide;
to drag
it deep back down where no one else
can see the beautiful
mess that i have made of
myself
Oct 20, 2011
Oct 20, 2011 at 10:43 PM UTC
the knots, they began
deep down in my stomach
tendrils reached out,
wrapped around every piece
of everything alive
inside of me, i feel
the twisted fingers,
reaching quietly for this
frayed and broken heart of
mine,
To fix;
to hide;
to drag
it deep back down where no one else
can see the beautiful
mess that i have made of
myself