you stuffed the sharpest fragments of your past
deep into the pockets of that green coat
so that they couldn’t pierce you anymore
sometimes in conversation, your hand shifts towards a pocket
I give the gesture attention, so you go ahead and reach in
the memory you pull out, you hold before you like a line-up
I tell you I’m not taking mental-picture mugshots
all I want is to hold the parts of your past that hurt the most
and grace them with my tears
for when I look at you, I see a girl with the courage
to pick the broken fragments of her shattered self off the floor
and piece them back together
I see a girl who dares to ask the deepest questions of life
because she has already been broken
and is not afraid of the answer
Feb 28, 2013
Feb 28, 2013 at 8:08 PM UTC
you stuffed the sharpest fragments of your past
deep into the pockets of that green coat
so that they couldn’t pierce you anymore
sometimes in conversation, your hand shifts towards a pocket
I give the gesture attention, so you go ahead and reach in
the memory you pull out, you hold before you like a line-up
I tell you I’m not taking mental-picture mugshots
all I want is to hold the parts of your past that hurt the most
and grace them with my tears
for when I look at you, I see a girl with the courage
to pick the broken fragments of her shattered self off the floor
and piece them back together
I see a girl who dares to ask the deepest questions of life
because she has already been broken
and is not afraid of the answer