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Writer's pictureTin Can Poetry

I Can Be Good By Traneycia

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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