I am not a fucking project

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Kind of where i'm at right now, less flowing than usual.

Submitted: March 02, 2017

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I am NOT a fucking project

 

They call to me now, the echoes of a decade passed.

Bright eyed and hopeful, drunk and stumbling through life like a toddler through a drawer of knives.

 

I've taken a lot of cuts since then, some still bleeding.

 

 

I want to fall in love again

I want, to fall in love again.

I want. To fall. In love. Again.

 

I am too jaded, too set in my broken ways. I am a reflection on a broken mirror.

 

I don't need to be saved.

 

Stop right now, I am not a fucking project.

 

I'm not a busted cabinet and you are not the glue.

 

I am splinters on the pavement dreaming of becoming a mosaic.

 

Again I want to fall in love.

Again, I want to fall in love.

Again. I want. To fall. In love.

 

Find me with a paper mache smile, and give me a reason to make it real.

I will always make you laugh if you let me.

 

I am not a fucking project.

I am not something that can be fixed.

I am flawed and broken.

 

Bring me the fragments of yourself.

We can become a work of art.

Broken apart, beautiful together.

 

I am NOT a fucking project.

 

But we are.


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