I was prancing around in the garden
with ballet slippers &
broken ankles
to show you how good I could be
even when hurt by your
unforgivable words
I stopped wearing long sleeves and left my bandages out in the open
they were up to my elbows
I ripped them off
exposed myself, my scars
I tried to be out
vulnerable for you
a pity cry for help
I thought you might graze me again
with your harsh cold touch
why I begged you to be something you weren’t
I could never say
my involuntary weeping
I should not have
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