A pale reflection of yesterday
I sit in my corner,
smothering myself in sighs.
I promised not to do drugs,
so I will only smoke the colors.
And trace the cartography of my skin
with the sharper edge of you.
I wont be afraid anymore,
of telling lies to hide my feelings.
I'll smile,
to the world when it crumbles at my fingertips.
And I'll wrap myself in blankets
to keep myself warm when everyone is so cold.
I wont be anyone's Little Matchstick Girl.