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I was never this soft So breakable I was a hard cover book Strong and new That you bent back to read Allowing myself to be so easy. Now my spine is broken Cover clearly used Abandoned, Alone, Abused How could you? My story remains With pages still intact Someone else will come along Gentle enough To repair my broken back. I’m fragile Susceptible to further damage Cracked down the middle Barely hanging Slowly healing Does this story get a sequel? Another chance for something real I’m fearful I’ll never recover With pages badly wilted Discolored Torn, and bent back. Greasy thumbprints Smeared along my text Leaving permanent imprints On my once pretty print. My story has changed too. How could this remain a fairytale, After consuming the forbidden fruit? I’m half dead And my book Has been read through By someone who skipped ahead Just to know the end And stupidly, I let them. Thinking that if they knew All the secrets of my story The struggles The success My journey They would love me Not leave me. If only I kept my chapters safe Knowing I’m worthy For a slower pace Not rushed through And read in a day. You might have read the ending Little do you know That was the preface. Better yet, I’ll remove you completely Editor’s revision says There is no space for you here. Backspace, delete. Now you're just history All that is left Is to empty the trash bin.
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Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 2:09 PM UTC
Broken Spine
I was never this soft So breakable I was a hard cover book Strong and new That you bent back to read Allowing myself to be so easy. Now my spine is broken Cover clearly used Abandoned, Alone, Abused How could you? My story remains With pages still intact Someone else will come along Gentle enough To repair my broken back. I’m fragile Susceptible to further damage Cracked down the middle Barely hanging Slowly healing Does this story get a sequel? Another chance for something real I’m fearful I’ll never recover With pages badly wilted Discolored Torn, and bent back. Greasy thumbprints Smeared along my text Leaving permanent imprints On my once pretty print. My story has changed too. How could this remain a fairytale, After consuming the forbidden fruit? I’m half dead And my book Has been read through By someone who skipped ahead Just to know the end And stupidly, I let them. Thinking that if they knew All the secrets of my story The struggles The success My journey They would love me Not leave me. If only I kept my chapters safe Knowing I’m worthy For a slower pace Not rushed through And read in a day. You might have read the ending Little do you know That was the preface. Better yet, I’ll remove you completely Editor’s revision says There is no space for you here. Backspace, delete. Now you're just history All that is left Is to empty the trash bin.
lauren-somerville
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American
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 2:09 PM UTC
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