In the snow .
I’ll set him on fire
A nightmare fairytale with out a
White picket fence .
What a scene . I buttoned up yesterday
Like an old winter coat that was worn
I was left cold .
I can’t imagine writing such a story
The deck of cards dealt
I was betrayed
You said I was a caterpillar
What’s it like to kill a butterfly ?
Lost now in this sand storm
No water
And I beg the heavens for me to forget
Yesterday .
I stitch up all your words in black marker
I sing my self to sleep
You died
In me .
I have the wounds to prove it still
There isn’t a badge for bravery
Only the bare ness of regret .
You said your afraid of heights
As you hang me from your bare hands
Laughing at the noose around my neck
I just needed a hero .
Now I’m left dead .
But you will never feel that
Here is my letter
As I rip apart this arrow
And cry in silence
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