she breaks like this,
you just don't know it.
she breaks at 9 am in the dairy lane
of the nearest grocery store with
a list of what to buy and of what
to regret.
she breaks when she laughs but
it just doesn't seem right even
when the joke is so bad it's good
or her.
she breaks as she makes a call
people probably don't expect
because it's just out of the blue
and isn't her at all.
she breaks when the sun has risen
and her skin glows golden and radiant
she'd fix herself breakfast and it's the only
thing she'll attempt to fix.
she breaks when you tell her you love her
and as you treat her with revelation
but the only thing she thinks about
is how her body betrayed her.
she breaks when they call her 'pretty'
and maybe she'll appear flustered
they don't know her mirrors back home
makes her heart recoil.
she breaks when you don't see it
because she doesn't want you to
at all.
she breaks and you won't have a clue
because she doesn't even know that
she is.
lately i've been writing a lot to cope with what i feel and what i observe from around me.
she breaks, but she's alive. for her that's more than enough.
