(escapril day 5- the view from up here)
Shattered mirror below me
21 broken pieces for 21 broken years
Gave your heart away many of them
Deeply pierced each time
Too grateful,
Sickly forgiving,
Soft. Sweet. Kind.
Undeserving and they know it
You've trusted me
I've given you much, you tell them
But I see you.
I see your questions become fears,
Ghosts morph into monsters
21 years
Give me until 22
And I will put you together
Piece
By piece
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