take me and break me
a ragged doll
my porcelain skin cracked open and your shadows creeped in
i try to hold myself together
but it's hard when someone else holds the strings
how do you do it?
i am full of holes
you spill out of me like blood from an open wound
how could you do it?
you made me into nothing
i am still in awe
still curious
am i your muse or your monster?
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 12:54 AM UTC
take me and break me
a ragged doll
my porcelain skin cracked open and your shadows creeped in
i try to hold myself together
but it's hard when someone else holds the strings
how do you do it?
i am full of holes
you spill out of me like blood from an open wound
how could you do it?
you made me into nothing
i am still in awe
still curious
am i your muse or your monster?
I've redone this poem so many times but I love the concept of being a muse/monster.
