sagemoonblood027

She's broken bad, shattered into a million pieces. And it seems like no matter how much I love her, her confidence decreases. Everything and everybody ruined that girl before I could save her. And now that I'm here, her life is nothing but a disaster. I thought that I could say some things, and that would make it all better. But now that I've seen her for what she is, I might as well just talk forever. She's not damaged goods or a hopeless case. She just needs some structure and a solid base. But I can only do so much when she won't see what I see. I'm running out of things to say, and this girl doesn't make it easy. I keep thinking

Is it too much to ask,  Too just pause the life around you….and take a break? I just need a break. I just need a moment, To sit down in this blinding bright hall, And hold myself together. Like a broken porcelain doll. I feel my skin shattering. Clattering, to the frozen floor. This little, broken doll, Falls in front of your door. Crawling, reaching towards the bronze handle, Before my fingertips can make a sound, I disintegrate all together, Leaving behind nothing but the golden ring, I promised to wear for you.

Where is my head? Is it above the hills, Where I saw the farmer, Who saw the real estate agent, Who saw the home owner, Who saw the man of metal? Where is my head? Did I lose it in the drying machine? Did I leave it in my pocket Next to my cell phone, Next to my change, Next to my spare head? Did my head leave me? Did my head seek an open field Where it felt safe to scream? Did it go home? Is it waiting on my pillow Waiting for precious sleep? Did my head leave me? Did it run forward? Will it ever come back? Perhaps it will tell me what it saw. Maybe it will talk about the horizon. Maybe it will be different. Maybe I'l