Sometimes I don’t feel a thing
beneath my face is just a grey stone
I can make them all think I care
My eyes know just when to light up
Sometimes I feel a shell forming on my skin
and if I try to move from it’s mold it breaks and pierces me
My roots don’t want soil to burrow in
they just want to sway in the wind and smell new smells
One time, you told me you loved me
but it bounced off my shell and shattered on the ground
I wanted to catch it on the way down
but my knees wouldn’t bend
Everyday my shell grows thicker
But one day
I’m going to meet someone with a hammer
or a band saw
whichever.
and once they break through the shell
they can tell me that they love me
and it will just absorb into my soft skin
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