his eyes were the color of
forget-me-nots
and desperation

and she is buried too deep
in yesterday
to look for
tomorrow

the silent places
in her bones
are filled with
inadequacy

all of her mirrors
are shattered
and all of
her thoughts
are hydrochloric

he tells her that
she's amazing

(she doesn't believe him,
but it makes her smile anyways.)


A/N: She lives through what she writes.