www.whyville.net Sep 2, 2014 Weekly Issue



Theallywa
Guest Poet

Small

Users' Rating
Rate this article
 
FRONT PAGE
CREATIVE WRITING
SCIENCE
HOT TOPICS
POLITICS
HEALTH
PANDEMIC
I am trying to be small.
I am learning how to curl up,
and fit into my own ribcage.
When you told me
you did not have enough room
in your heart for me
I vowed to grow smaller than the eye.
I now go undetected
in the corner of the room
leaving nothing but broken breath.
I am smaller than the love
you used to string me along with.
I don't plead for attention
like you said I did . . .
like I know I did.
Now fold me up into a paper heart,
and keep me in
your mother's music box.
Please lock me up,
so I can stay fragile.
I am no longer who I was.
Tuck me into your back pocket
so I know you care.
I am a china doll
Please look, please touch
Do not leave me on the shelf to rot.
Find me in my bedroom
forcing myself to shrink
and kiss my skin.
Tell me I am
who you wanted to be.
Please find me.
Please show me.
Please love me.

 

Did you like this article?
1 Star = Bleh.5 Stars = Props!
Rate it!
Ymail this article to a friend.
Discuss this article in the Forums.

  Back to front page


times@whyville.net
14607