You never say no.

You only admit you’re breaking

After you’re already broken.

Like a doll’s ratty old dress

Hanging in threads

You’re begging to be unraveled.

Like the soft dough

Of a just-baked cookie

You’re begging to melt away.

Like the dammed river

Running faster in anticipation

You’re begging for the gates to open.

And yet, you just smile.

You continue to tell everyone you’re fine.

But at night you wonder —

What would it feel like to come undone?

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