do not tell me i am not brokeni need people to stop telling methat i am not brokenthat i am not cracked open and spillingout of the shell they created for methe shell that clings and suffocates mei need them to stop saying thatthey'll fix the splitsthat they'll fill them in with concreteand make it betterbecause i am drowning in peoplewho think that they are supportivethat think i am theirs to mold and shapei am not a vase, i am broken chinasmashing against the ground over and overin frustration because i cannot be the kindof beautiful that you want to beyou cannot paint over me and expectthe sharp tongue and the hard eyesto go awayi am brokeni am spilling outi am ripping my way through membraneand shell to find light so that i can breathein something other than liesand i am afraid, i am so afraidof a world where nothing holds me inwhere it is only mewhere i am free to move my arms and legsto dance, to sing, to speak outbut i need iti need to feel a wind that isn't yourharsh breath do
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loveis the drinkandthe hangoverallat once.
twenty-three she takes your wrist, presses the pad of her
burdenedsome days I feel burdenedby the weight of the people around methe people who are fully capable ofshattering at the mentionof a word or a nameand sometimes I do not see thisweight as something I have a rightto carryI should not be the one to enter theirheart and take out all the burnt partsI should not be the one to carvemy name in them and tell themthat they are wantedtheir bark isn't thick enough formy knife and most days I just end uphurting them alland yet there are days when I longfor their knives,their signatures delicately nestled in meI long for the heat of a companionable touch,a soft, knowing smile tugging at their lipsand when they are goneI know I will grieve,I'll let the memories wash off me in waves of tearsI know that I will crave themagain along the months,call for themin songs that only we know,that only make sense to usbecause they will come back to me,with my name in their chests,theirs in minesinging and crying with laughter in our eye
no more heroeschancesare no longeropportunitieswe advance upon,they are nowthe momentsin which our choicesrun out.our heroesare to blame--ever reluctantuntil pressed,with only the needs ofothers to propel theminto their roles,their destinies unrealizeduntil compelledby circumstance,fueled byemergency.we are allwaitingfor thatpushinto the realnessof our lives.we areallincipientheroesin storiesthat neverbegan.
Stone and light. Sometimes I am stone,as if the same all the way through.Other times I am light,as if made of only what I have touched.
...when death put its handon my shoulder,it shivered;i was alreadycold.
romanceweak lightand whatyou wantto hear.