This is the hardest thing
that I’ve never done.
I am nothing more than
the past
wanting the past.
But the present will never accept,
and each day
I lose a little more hope.
Call me scarecrow,
because I’m falling apart,
and none of you lions
can save me.
Sometimes I wish
I were made of tin.
Except I’d be content.
I wouldn’t need anything
that could be broken so easily.
You broke my heart.