Mister construction paper heart,

with the stealy glamour gray eyes and

the icy/kiss me lips...

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I am (was) the little broken girl

who always said it was

just impossible

to love and stay and

neverever crash

-

(an emotional train wreck-

in color) and

I had loved you anyway.

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Remember me?

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I've grown (down) now,

stainpainted my lips and

fixed my chipped, bruised fingernails

to prove it.

-

and

-

I've got a cold little hammer with

a so-sincere-it-could-kill smile

dripping from my glossy pink lips, and

I'm ready, willing,

and I think I'll be the one for once

to (and to not get)

hurt.

-

(I'll)

shatterstarsandhearts

let them

fall

and crash.

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and never. look. back.