~
All those thoughts running through her mind
and she needs to get lost somehow, too
-one ticket to anywhere but here, please-
But like a good girl, she stays
and tells no one about all the
band aids and bubble wrap she wasted
trying to keep her stupidly fragile heart in place
-this side up, please take care of me-
but the frustrated brattinella in her
threw it down and stepped all over it
thinking maybe if her feet bleed, too,
her words would waltz into your thoughts
and then she could stay there for once.
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