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I never meant to look like a ***** floor I bend the laws of physics when I ask mirrors to change my own reflection Have this ugly soul pushin’ all my ugly buttons Doubled back on my last straw so many times I’m pullin’ splintered strands of yellow From my backstab wounds Got prickly bits of blonde Sticking out from the places I missed They healed there Got shards of my own teeth in my tongue Puncture holes in my lungs Makes it hard to breathe sometimes ‘cause I am still healing Don’t call me good Or handsome Or patient I do everything I can to sabotage the love you give Not that I don’t want it I am just not ready One time you told me I should love as often as I breathe So I starting breathing as often as I love And I almost die in the intervals between our phone calls Grace is you lightening the pressure on my drowning head Patience is me staying under when you do God is a child with a finger pointed at my heart and laughing And you are an angel when you turn out the bathroom light So that I stop hating my own reflection Remind me that we are defined by more than the choices we make That I might still have all the scars from the cancer And the fistfights And that one time I tried to end it all too early But this heart beats more than just a war drum It beats a ********* army Can hear it like giant rumble footsteps Can hear it finally change directions Away from all the chaos Shattering mirrors below my heart feet So much glass glittering Looks like a river Too many pieces to reflect anything but the sky Reminds me I am not done healing
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Apr 30, 2011
Apr 30, 2011 at 12:18 PM UTC
I Am Not Done
I never meant to look like a ***** floor I bend the laws of physics when I ask mirrors to change my own reflection Have this ugly soul pushin’ all my ugly buttons Doubled back on my last straw so many times I’m pullin’ splintered strands of yellow From my backstab wounds Got prickly bits of blonde Sticking out from the places I missed They healed there Got shards of my own teeth in my tongue Puncture holes in my lungs Makes it hard to breathe sometimes ‘cause I am still healing Don’t call me good Or handsome Or patient I do everything I can to sabotage the love you give Not that I don’t want it I am just not ready One time you told me I should love as often as I breathe So I starting breathing as often as I love And I almost die in the intervals between our phone calls Grace is you lightening the pressure on my drowning head Patience is me staying under when you do God is a child with a finger pointed at my heart and laughing And you are an angel when you turn out the bathroom light So that I stop hating my own reflection Remind me that we are defined by more than the choices we make That I might still have all the scars from the cancer And the fistfights And that one time I tried to end it all too early But this heart beats more than just a war drum It beats a ********* army Can hear it like giant rumble footsteps Can hear it finally change directions Away from all the chaos Shattering mirrors below my heart feet So much glass glittering Looks like a river Too many pieces to reflect anything but the sky Reminds me I am not done healing
jon-tobias
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Apr 30, 2011
Apr 30, 2011 at 12:18 PM UTC
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