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i was glass when you found me, you knew how fragile i was, just cleared from the hospital, just learning how to sleep again without getting woken up every thirty minutes for vitals and medication i was glass when you found me, you held me in your palms like a waterglobe, occasionally swaying me from side to side to see what i was like inside i was glass when you found me, glistening and elegant but desperately scared of falling off the ledge, like the vase on our dresser- daisies in my hair, but potential tragedy everywhere i leaned into you and begged you to hold me up you didn't drop me on accident i didn't slip from your grip you didn't lose me in a tired haze or a lapse of judgement you threw me into the gravel with your arm up over your head and your eyes closed you broke me into fifty different pieces; a graveyard of sharp edges, a garden of glistening truths, dimmed by the hovering hand of dirt and sand now boys are afraid to pick me up off the ground, i'm still right where you left me, cause i'm not worth a cut on a hand, no one will bleed for me, not in this town and to think, all i wanted was to **** you, i never meant to love you, all i wanted was to **** you, i wish i never met you
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May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 12:34 AM UTC
tetanus shot (i'm not a decoration)
i was glass when you found me, you knew how fragile i was, just cleared from the hospital, just learning how to sleep again without getting woken up every thirty minutes for vitals and medication i was glass when you found me, you held me in your palms like a waterglobe, occasionally swaying me from side to side to see what i was like inside i was glass when you found me, glistening and elegant but desperately scared of falling off the ledge, like the vase on our dresser- daisies in my hair, but potential tragedy everywhere i leaned into you and begged you to hold me up you didn't drop me on accident i didn't slip from your grip you didn't lose me in a tired haze or a lapse of judgement you threw me into the gravel with your arm up over your head and your eyes closed you broke me into fifty different pieces; a graveyard of sharp edges, a garden of glistening truths, dimmed by the hovering hand of dirt and sand now boys are afraid to pick me up off the ground, i'm still right where you left me, cause i'm not worth a cut on a hand, no one will bleed for me, not in this town and to think, all i wanted was to **** you, i never meant to love you, all i wanted was to **** you, i wish i never met you
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25/F/American
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 12:34 AM UTC
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