i wish that i had
been the cure
rather than the
toxic chemicals
that made you
sick ( of me )
i wish that i had
been more
pure but i was
diluted with
self pitymy ink had
been watered
down by tear
drops and by
rain and though
the words look
violet now i
promise that
my pages were
every shade of
blue that they
could beand then you
found me—
pages wet,
corners tornyou dried me
with your
m o t h e r ' s
hairdryer by
the coffee
table in
the lounge
you strung up
my hair with
ribbons just
like your sister
had taught you
to; you were a
spider, and i
your web— you
braided my hair
as if it ensured
your survivaland though you
were the
creature that
had sewn me
t o g e t h e r —
rethreaded my
pages back into
my fragile
leather bound
spine— i
couldn't but
feel like you
were the web
and i was just a
broken- winged
butterfly caught
up in all of
your threads
and the fairy
dust in your
e y e si feel like you
didn't quite
fully know nor
understand the
full extent of
my feelings for
you, i wish you
had; had
known how
much it hurt,
how much
it tickled, how
scared i was,
and most of
all— i wish that
you had known
how sad, albeit,
accepting i was
of our ending
that was soon
to comei hope that the
next girl that
you get tangled
in will not be
afraid to show
how truly
beautiful that
you are, and
i know this is
late, but if i
were charlotte,
and i had to
describe you
with one word
written in the
fine cursive
lines of my
w e b —g l i t t e r i n g
in the moonlight,
it would read,
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