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she was made from broken promises and shoes too big to fill.
the essence of her being was a swirl of blue, half formed poems and song lyrics.
she bled poetry and sadness, and her maple leaf eyes reflected nothing, yet everything all at once.
she danced to music no one but her could hear, she wept over deaths that weren't real.

when she cut, instead of blood there was a sigh of air, a puff of blue and a hiccup of words.
she made a galaxy between her wrists, one jagged line leading to another until they were all connected.
the red so becoming against her alabaster skin.

some would say she had gone crazy.
but, wouldn't you have gone crazy if the love of your life was taken from you?
if they were killed infront of you while you lay helpless.

she wasn't crazy, no.
just very sad.
without her light beside her the world became dark again,
the shoes too big to fill, the broken promises that had made her cracking her once again.
she wrote love stories to her light in blood, each line on her wrist another story.

but it was the thickest ones that lay like fat worms beneath her skin that said the most.
'I want you join you. Why won't they let me join you?'

Description

she was made from broken promises and shoes too big to fill.
the essence of her being was a swirl of blue, half formed poems and song lyrics.
she bled poetry and sadness, and her maple leaf eyes reflected nothing, yet everything all at once.
she danced to music no one but her could hear, she wept over deaths that weren't real.

when she cut, instead of blood there was a sigh of air, a puff of blue and a hiccup of words.
she made a galaxy between her wrists, one jagged line leading to another until they were all connected.
the red so becoming against her alabaster skin.

some would say she had gone crazy.
but, wouldn't you have gone crazy if the love of your life was taken from you?
if they were killed infront of you while you lay helpless.

she wasn't crazy, no.
just very sad.
without her light beside her the world became dark again,
the shoes too big to fill, the broken promises that had made her cracking her once again.
she wrote love stories to her light in blood, each line on her wrist another story.

but it was the thickest ones that lay like fat worms beneath her skin that said the most.
'I want you join you. Why won't they let me join you?'