Handle me haphazardly,
as I scream out all the names,
of which you've slowly forgotten.
We're tightly knit,
in the same orbit,
of which you shatter bone,
and I break skin.

I had never noticed,
the way the dark circles accentuated,
your once dull eyes.  
You had always hid behind bruises,
and ill fitting alibis.

You were always the destructive type.
plucking  petals off of every daisy you found.
reciting silly rhymes to predict
whether that one person loved you back,
or you were just wasting time.
I can't imagine how many times those petals have,

lied.