My eyes are dry
but they feel like the tears are forming
You could set me off
Like I'm a time bomb
a broken clock
a cracked pane of glass
There's a twinge in my voice
that reaches to my heart
Even if there is a boy with a beautiful smile-
I can't seem to shake you
You're next to me when I turn around
Don't claim I matter
I know the weight of the wounds I bear
and you seem untouched and whole
Sometimes I wish I could cut your soul
because you've torn mine
it's only what's fair
And it was so smooth
like a razor's silk edge
But my wounds aren't straight lines
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