Your heart turned into cement
I can see it as it cracks
It travels from your ribcage
Down your uneven, arched up back
Their eyes have turned into tape
They stick to the soles of my feet
You stick to the muscles underneath my tongue
I stick to the person I know I can't be
I tied my ankles to a string
And lowered myself down and sang
About how this isn't what you wanted
About how this isn't what you needed
But when I was able to be raveled back into place
Into the alphabet I can so easily pick up
I returned to being the person who could waste
A day beside everything I can't figure out
You sat under a stone bridge
Thinking it might cure your loneliness
Let your echoes fill the cylinders
Made by the forgiving architect
Who crafted every contour
Hoping to inspire your graffiti poems
When he came to eat the magic you'd left
He was only greeted by your sorrows
Eyelids flicker underneath heavy clouds of rain
And the mirrors know that you're still not the same
So when you're circled with your reflection, tell yourself you haven't changed
From what you stamped on those lips in those unsuspecting ways
I tied my ankles to a string
And lowered myself down and sang
About how this isn't what you wanted
About how this isn't what you needed
But when I was able to be raveled back into place
Into the alphabet I can so easily pick up
I returned to being the person who could waste
A day beside everything I can't figure out
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