there are so many things i hide behind.
a long faded past
a consequence of searching for perfection
in broken people

me, a paperdoll
i've since learned to keep my neck stiff
the wind will snatch your fragility
if you let it

when you came over
certain you wouldn't have to search
for something you thought would always be there
something in me tore
under the weight of your exploration
maybe it was the smoke
maybe it was the dark of my day that you never asked about
maybe i wasn't even ready to tell

i am sorry
i must concentrate on gluing again
and again
needle and thread does not work as well on paper

and what do i have to give
when the mask of my smile crumbles
and there is nothing beneath
but an affection that you did not allow anything else to affect?

and i am sorry i am being vague
you deserve better than my cowardice
but you should know that
it is not a matter of finding someone who wants you
because i do
it is a matter of finding someone who is not deathly afraid of
wind

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