like a doll-fragile
i think i broke
just a crack
which remains hidden
no matter how long
i search

it was (my scar)
i thought
on my hand
because they were once
more than a memory

necessary, i think?
to seek the place
behind my ear
for i sometimes hear
old secrets
old wishes
old

no
for the shelf only
do not allow
rough play- careful
how about I let
the dust settle
I can last
forever

don't ever
or rather
i know i shouldn't
run my broken fingers over my
broken heart
for even dust trails
don't lead to a
body of steel

I am
unable to move
put one foot in front of
the other
seeing as
my legs cant bend and all

you are the
glue
tape
sticky stuff
well?
don't just stand there
get over here
and help me up

and while you're at it-
stay the hell away from my broken pieces