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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