Unsteady pedestal,
wall of thin glass
as fragile as skin fluorescent.
An exhibit to contemplate;
ponder and pick apart.
Take an ax,
spare my flesh.
Break in on a starless night
and liberate me
from haunting glares,
intoxicating gasps
as if you've never seen a lost girl before.
"Look at her arms scared black and blue"
"And beneath those bandages is a heart never fully healed."
The whispers accumulate as they remove magnifying glasses from their pockets
and gaze upon streaks and stains
that never fully washed off.
What is it that they love to tear apart and analyze?
Maybe it's the lies.
Squint your eyes and read between every line;
you'll still never understand,
too many pages have been torn out;
eradicated.
Scribbles cover missing words like
I love you
I miss you
I hate you
these windows serve their purpose,
of creating a show from a fragile spectacle
about the girl who never seemed to feel enough
or at the wrong times, felt too much.
But even the strongest glass can crack,
and a pedestal won't hold her weight forever.

I saw him. I saw him there.
I saw him again, standing there.
I knew then, the feeling didn't really go away.
It's still there... was always there.
I guess it will always be there....
here... here inside my heart...
where I keep all the memories we had,
the laughter we shared,
those conversations when I knew that he cared,
the tears I shed for the pain I felt,
those nights I spent for remembering him,
the days I knew I've spent loving him
while hurt
feeling the pain
knowing that I won't ever feel him
beside me again.
He was there, I know, he was there.
I saw him standing there.
He's still here in my heart.
But in my life, I know,
he'll no longer be a part...