when i was fifteen i was a lion-hearted girl with strong bones and love for myself that crossed seas i carried myself with sunshine and a smile too big played melodies on the piano and loved people too much
when i was fifteen i was an ashtray my warmth was used for kindling and my love to put out fires my skin started turning black and my heart breaking into pieces i was still wild-eyed and good
when i was fifteen i was a punching bag fists touched my ribs most days and fingernails scraped away chipping at my exterior and tearing my seams to bits i became cold and unbearing and ruthless, with teeth like a tiger
when i was fifteen i became nothing buried into soil and left not to grow but to be scavenged bones broken and unmended, parched lips and stony feet underground, beaten and crying, dead
*(a.m.c.)
just thinking about the past and how much i've grown and changed//