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She Emptied Her Cup
There was a little girl,
she said,
whose cup always flooded her mouth
with bitter lies.
You would always compare her lies
to the world’s truth just as you would \
compare completely good and bad
with a hint of good.
You couldn’t. Even when
the world fought to remain
black and white
in its barren landscape,
she stayed determined to add her special splash
of color.
There was a young girl,
she said,
who savored your sadness like how
you would bask in her
joy.
While she wove intricate
stories that created and
crumbled the place she called home, the door
became a sad reminder of those that
had the strength to walk away.
You couldn’t.
Images haunted your vision and
told you not to leave.
There was a foolish girl,
she said,
whose fibs spewed from her mouth
just as often as
her gut would be forced
into the toilet. She stomped
on the surface of her brain
but could never understand
why
you left even though she had given
you every reason
not to. She thought
you couldn’t.
There was a tired girl,
she said,
who emptied her cup of
lies into your mouth
and walked
through the door that everyone
seemed to leave through in hopes of
forgetting.
she said,
whose cup always flooded her mouth
with bitter lies.
You would always compare her lies
to the world’s truth just as you would \
compare completely good and bad
with a hint of good.
You couldn’t. Even when
the world fought to remain
black and white
in its barren landscape,
she stayed determined to add her special splash
of color.
There was a young girl,
she said,
who savored your sadness like how
you would bask in her
joy.
While she wove intricate
stories that created and
crumbled the place she called home, the door
became a sad reminder of those that
had the strength to walk away.
You couldn’t.
Images haunted your vision and
told you not to leave.
There was a foolish girl,
she said,
whose fibs spewed from her mouth
just as often as
her gut would be forced
into the toilet. She stomped
on the surface of her brain
but could never understand
why
you left even though she had given
you every reason
not to. She thought
you couldn’t.
There was a tired girl,
she said,
who emptied her cup of
lies into your mouth
and walked
through the door that everyone
seemed to leave through in hopes of
forgetting.
Published 5th Oct 2014
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11th Oct 2014 7:48pm
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