Over.
It's over,
Everything.
Placed in boxes,
Taped shut
In neat piles.
Neat and easy,
The way you wanted things to be.
The way that I could never be,
Because I wasn't the easy girl.
I didn't bleed the same way,
I couldn't always smile.
Tarnished silence,
Hardly resolute,
Yet I know.
It's over,
Everything is over.
Copyright © Lisa Barton | Year Posted 2008
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