An objective point of view


Call me fractured, call me broken

Call me the handhold you can’t quite reach

Call me the buildup, flames to embers

Call me everything or something or nothing

Call me silent, call me scarred

Call me rhythm but please don’t touch


Call me something I’ve never heard,

let me speak in the third person,

my nails are cracking,

my blinks crumbling,

my bones snap like memories,

I am stepping out and leaving this frame behind me,

I don’t want to own anything I can’t fix.

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Written 2/12/17

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