It was summer
one of those
cool
crisp nights
that make
you shiver
delightfully.
Back then,
in this
time period
I was the girl
I used to be.
But
on this
cool
crisp night,
that all collapsed.
Now,
mind you,
I'm not
one of
those girls
who party
the night away.
I was dragged
to this party
by a "friend"
I never guessed
that the drink
she handed me
bubbled
with the venom
of alcohol.
I never guessed
that I
would drunkenly
stumble across
those matches.
I never meant
to burn
that farmhouse
all
away.
I never wanted
the burns
to twist along
my arms.
I never wanted
for it to seem
that I had
done it
purposefully.
I never wanted
any
of that.
But the
evidence
was there.
I was alone
on this one.
But the worst
of it all?
There was
nothing
I could've done
myself.
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My Heart Is So Tired: Part Two (Winter)
PoetryWe meet Tage again in the cold months of winter and she tells us her story through cracks in the ice. What does it take to fix a broken girl?