Everything shining in this house is dull,
singing lackluster serenades -
I hide you in my phone
snuggled warm in the battery.
Can you speak my riddles?
A language I've created to cover myself
and keep the teeth at bay, keep my fingers warm
when I’m shivering throughout.
I say you're locked in a cell
when I'm the one behind cellophane,
suffocating without a way to cut a hole
just so I can breathe.
I tie my noose
just a little
bit
tighter
every *******
day
just so I can play pretend
like everyone has asked of me because I am:
the girl who is always good
the girl who is notoriously hard on herself
the girl who gives until she has nothing left
the girl who hides behind the glass
until there isn't a breath left.
But, I have found you,
locked in an old shoe box, shimmering,
calling me like a moth to a candle's flame
and I can't resist, I can't resist
because giving so much has left me weak and I am still speaking in circles,
running myself through the gauntlet,
coming up with excuse after excuse after excuse.
I locked you, warm and safe,
between lithium ions and silicon casing
until I can hold you, once again,
between my fingers and
let you spell out everything I am unable to
say.
Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 9:45 PM UTC
Everything shining in this house is dull,
singing lackluster serenades -
I hide you in my phone
snuggled warm in the battery.
Can you speak my riddles?
A language I've created to cover myself
and keep the teeth at bay, keep my fingers warm
when I’m shivering throughout.
I say you're locked in a cell
when I'm the one behind cellophane,
suffocating without a way to cut a hole
just so I can breathe.
I tie my noose
just a little
bit
tighter
every *******
day
just so I can play pretend
like everyone has asked of me because I am:
the girl who is always good
the girl who is notoriously hard on herself
the girl who gives until she has nothing left
the girl who hides behind the glass
until there isn't a breath left.
But, I have found you,
locked in an old shoe box, shimmering,
calling me like a moth to a candle's flame
and I can't resist, I can't resist
because giving so much has left me weak and I am still speaking in circles,
running myself through the gauntlet,
coming up with excuse after excuse after excuse.
I locked you, warm and safe,
between lithium ions and silicon casing
until I can hold you, once again,
between my fingers and
let you spell out everything I am unable to
say.
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