you read my words
on the torn pages
of bruised bindings
confident you can predict
how this story ends
but I hold the pen
and I can bend
and break
you
into
p i e c e s
snippets of poetry and scattered thoughts
you read my words
on the torn pages
of bruised bindings
confident you can predict
how this story ends
but I hold the pen
and I can bend
and break
you
into
p i e c e s