"You’re looking for a poem to tell
you why your heart is broken
into every piece. You’re looking
for someone to compare all the
ways he didn’t love you to a rose
and how even when it turns
black with death, it’s still lovely.
There aren’t words that will
make your phone’s silence
easier, trust me. You’re alone
tonight and he’s probably
thinking about someone else;
there’s nothing poetic about that."
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Let the axe fall against my body
and cut me clean in two.
I’m tired of this land, its greedy hands,
my soil red and sifted, licked clean to the bone.
Ma, make me new again, into a boat with perfect balance.
Wood sanded down till I shine I shine I shine.
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