Lovely work…. It will speak to you.


they say that words can’t hurt
if that’s true, I must be weaker than most
yours bend me
force me
into corners I that never knew were there
all in the name of a good time

sticks and stones do the real damage
they tell me
but I’ve not been touched and still I am broken
splayed out across the floor
head hidden
afraid of you

your words, never sharp
seemed harmless at first
acid dissolving bonds that held me together
my parts in a pile, now
unused for an age

it’s been said that I am lucky
to have someone like you
but I would rather my body be broken
than my mind
than my glue
then someone might see

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