I have myself convinced
that my heart
has a limited amount
of repairs.
That after the seventh time
it is broken,
there will be no way
to fix it.
I don’t trust
its durability.
But I am the owner
and the repairman.
And if I say it will get fixed,
it will get fixed.
Lifetime guaranteed.

You're the scar
that everyone insists on
rubbing their finger in.
"Oops,"
they say as the blood starts
oozing again.

Then they leave me to
nurse my own wound.

I was never intended
To be toxic waste,
The girl spewing
Venom
With her words,
Acid dripping
From the corners of her mouth,
Living, breathing
Destruction.
So please don't share that fire with me.
Get it out of my face
And away from my lungs.
I don’t want your fumes
To poison me.

You keep on running back to me,
You sneak into my skin,
Banging on my frail bones, shouting
“Please let me come in!”
I try to keep the blinds closed
And pretend that I’m not here,
But you wait until I yield to you
Before you disappear.

Yesterday, I cried.
Today I’m feeling somber,
But somewhere in the tomorrows
I’ll be smiling again.