Underneath the sheets, remnants of me lie.
They’re man-made and cheap,
(like satiety in your eyes)
I’ve worn down my remains to a dull brine,
tossed forth and back again.
My once pure and porcelain shards,
now shoddy. Sold to a jaded stranger again.
I wish I could be wanted, instead.
I don’t believe in New Year’s resolutions. Every single day is a chance to start anew.
I can’t believe twenty-twelve is finally here.
At my school, my class’s tag line is 2012, Son. I’m not entirely sure what it means. But it’s our slogan, for the year we have been waiting for!
'12
I’m not enslaved to your silence, but it feels as so.
I stripped down to my bare-boned soul and flesh. You took the first bite, and I gave it willingly.
I gave until you had your fill.
I am that girl…
