September 15, 2016

I am Three.

Split in half by the separation of my parents, I was broken.

In the lavish world in which my father resided, I was a pretty puppet.
Dresses of tulle and red-soled heels I could not remember names of tried to befriend me, the hollow fragrance of a thousand...

July 9, 2012

The happiness I see
It changes all around me
Changes all about me
Power is beyond me

It strangles me
Takes all I can be
And puts it behind me

It binds me
Ties the ropes and blinds me
There's nothing I can see
Maybe it's just me

But it's all I'll ever be

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