You, oh girl of fire and pain,
thorns sprouting from your wounds,
how endless those days must have seemed.
You were screaming for something gentle
but everything you touched made you bleed.

You, oh girl of the tear-stained pen,
how could you know
that you could shed your skin
and leave behind the marks of your hate?

How desperately you wanted to be wanted.

I wish I could tell you that it will get better,
but you will leave pieces of yourself 
behind you like breadcrumbs
that no one will follow.

Every evening the eagles will rip into you and eat your insides.
Each morning you’ll think: This is it. This is the rebirth.
You will be wrong.

You’ll wake up every day anyway.

the shadow behind me remindes me of you by Mallory Overbrook is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.