they tell me I break hearts and it doesn't hurt so is it really the truth?
I think there is something that cancels out the breaking- that thing being me. I am the knot of chain you call a necklace, I am a game with half of the pieces missing, a puzzle piece with bent corners. I tend to make the boys swoon with a swift use of the vocabulary I have been studying since the third grade.
I'm sorry,
I would bring a knife to a gun fight to prove that I am worthy of something. maybe. I hope I am.
I know the people I tend to love have a certain taste, an interesting demeanor that leaves me wanting more. but that more is never enough to last me
it quickly runs out, and my attention is turned elsewhere.
from the outside looking in I would have to believe by now my heart is very small, and in its state now would be of tremendous value. I have given so much to the winds that I have very little left to spare. I give and retract in fear that someone will abuse what I place in their hands and I will turn to dandelion dust
just a quick wish blown into the wind to become again who I once was.