I'm looking in a mirror that I can't see, and I don't like what I know is looking back at me.
Do you think that if I lay down, the comforter will do it’s job?
I’m not silver-plated, and I break.
I fell apart just last week, and you didn’t see it.
You would have liked it if you had, because I was pretty when I shattered.
The door didn’t stop me on the way out. The mirror did.
Because I looked and I saw this time. A galaxy in a jean jacket.
So I stayed home, back in the bed with you, and drowned in your clothes.















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