Wednesday, September 18, 2013

I think that I've forgotten how important she is,
Somewhere within the boundaries of a vague incarnation of love
I lost her, while traipsing hand in hand with lies
ignoring the sound of glass breaking beneath my feet,
"No house is perfect," I told myself,
as I avoided my reflection because
sometimes the heat that becomes trapped in these glass walls
distorts my face, and I am afraid.
I am suffocating.

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