Breaking Bones

September 6, 2012 § Leave a comment

My eyes do not reflect your heart

So I reconstructed my skeleton

until my brittle bones broke

into a million pieces.

I was not afraid of death

until I hated myself so deeply

that I bled red all over my body

and told you –

showed you 

– that we bled the same,

but you didn’t believe me

because outside

we were never the same.

It never mattered that you

hated me so bad

you burned my skin blacker and

I didn’t bleed our red.

In the end, I didn’t even think we bled the same.

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