In order to understand, I destroyed myself. |
I used to think I wanted to be a poet, but in reality, deep down, I craved to be someone's poem. |
You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens. |
How long has it been since someone touched a part of you other than your body? |
Can you see me? All of me? Probably not, no one ever really has. |
I get awefully sad, knowing your poems are not about me. |