May 17 2017
I feel that I'm ruined
Destroyed by myself
Clawing for life but it's on the top shelf
Just out of reach
Of my pale shaking hands
Anxiety twisting
My body in strands
I've trapped myself inside of my walls
My bones are crushed
As they tumble and fall
I break them apart
To let the light in
But it's golden touch burns and screams at my skin
I've taught myself to be in love with the dark
And now I'm ruined
And cold
And falling apart.
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Shiny
PoetryI'm a lover of shiny things a dreamer of dreams. Enjoyer of rhyming things a cutter of strings. A lover of love and a lover of words, but in all reality... I'm just a girl.
