Bits of Ugliness

January 9, 2014
Stop breaking down the blood on my palms
In metaphors foreign to my heart
As though in your unbrokenness you weren’t shattered
By acts of disciplining my anger 
Dividing my pain into neat sizeable bits of ugliness 

Do not ask me to (not) say this and that to this and that one
If my reflection still stares at me with the voice of your eyes
Stop breaking down the tears of my fears


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