even the things that broke
again
and again.
when i wore a purple
so shiny
you couldn't have missed me.
though, the grey concrete under
your wobbly broken hearted feet
should have stopped you.
from seeing her, instead of a
little birthday girl.
the stage broke that day
and real life shaped my
war ridden tongue.
a warm bath heals everything
but not the broken stage
my skin fell apart on.
i forgive her, for not knowing
how to help.
a warm bath heals everything.
it healed my wounds
into words
into your shadows
that will never darken me
again.
