Slice Me Open Poem by Maya Hanson

Slice Me Open



God knows where I'd be
if I hadn't stepped
on every crack I've come across
That's just me, I keep it all locked up inside
I'm addicted to crying,
losing strength is my drug,
but only if it comes hand in hand with being
high on life and
drunk on foolish dreams.
I'm addicted to wanting the things I can't have anymore
and suddenly remembering they're not mine
I'm prone to tripping
but falling is rarer
and I only do that if I'm sliced open weak
You should feel special, you're
one of the ones who can slice me open.

Friday, September 2, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life,love
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