poetry

Black Walls; A Poem

She is the girl who will pretends the cracks in your heart are just awkward shaped smiles.

She is the girl who will look over your shoulder as you are hunched over the shattered pieces of you and compare them to broken sea glass; ask where you found them as if collecting brokenness is a hobby most enjoy.

Granted it does look so beautiful in a window sill on a sunny day.

She places her feat firmly on ceilings.

Turn those frowns upside down.

This is the girl who is petrified of black walls. It will turn all her bright pinks to crimsons. It will turn sea glass into just broken shards and there will be no returning to the days of fake fairy tales.

 

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