Nothing At All, by bedazzled
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I don't know how to be whole,
to be put together,
every piece in place.
I just don't.
After all this time
every fracture, every scar
is so familiar to me.
It seems so much easier
to fall,
to give up
to think I never failed
because I never tried
than to actually have something
to lose.
To break one more time
would mean more flaws to be discovered,
more imperfections
glaring
through the veneer.
I. can't. handle. it.
I'm not quite sure yet how to smile
without the plastic
despair injects me with.
How to breathe
and keep breathing
instead of gasping, choking,
always.
I build ugly words upon ugly words
over people's faces
to convince myself of my own
elevated worth.
I am sorry.
You are my completeness.
I ache to accept your love
in all its sincerity
but do you love me
or the person I pretend to be?
Do you love me
darkness inclusive?
If you knew,
really knew,
the colour of my blood
would your heart still beat my name
or the pulse die,
betrayed by the paint over my image?
I want to be your everything
but too often I suspect
that you are being overcharged
and really
I am nothing
at all.
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Posted: 2008-02-20 04:32:49 UTC |
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