Thursday, June 17, 2010

turn the handle

Broken discipline kisses my hollow mouth 
whispering show me an awkward touch 
hide behind a mask comprised of pieces cut from the ones you idolize
becoming the faces who hate themselves
is your interior so superior

do they love you or just the pieces 
manipulated and shattered 
plastic has a monopoly on righteousness 
bruised and shattered
clutching your self respect
this is everything I have ever wanted
lie there smiling into a broken mirror 

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