broken in half.

pencil, trace my outline

because for once, thats all there is

nothing pulling at me

except for the inner chords that make up the one person i always have been

but too afraid to let her be

no one will know,

for no one can see

no one but me

for i live with the shame of all my lies and all my faults and all my wishes and all my endeavors and all my pride [fallen] until they

shattered

every last one

so here i am left with nothing to draw but

myself

whoever she is

not who she wants to be

for i am done putting my faith in things that crash and fall

my inner chords are sour, imbalanced, somehow off

now i will listen closely to my soul and not the whispers of others,

my own voice included

for she lies

but me

i am not complicated

i am simple

simply downtrodden and forgetful of my own experience

blank

open, two halves

write on me, savior