Hold me
Hold me
Hold me back from him
Hold me away from you
I'm fragile
I'm delicate
I'm breakable
Blood on myself from falling apart
Down
Below
Cuts on your hand, you should have let go.
No more him, no more you
Breeching the known limit
Glass elevator
Mirrored ceiling
Cuts, blood, thinning, multiplying
Loss.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
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