Wednesday, May 07, 2008

Girl, piece by piece

She comes to me piece by piece
her eyes, ringed, deep, and hazy
I know she's been crying
she looks so old
and worn

It's how she loves
with all of herself
every time
Her smile means it
Her body means it
Her heart means it
every time
and they use her
like a drug
she gets them high
A quick prick to satisfy 
and just like that
she is the needle tossed aside

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