David Blake - Bent

Somewhere between where I am and should
be I find solace in what used to be. Naked
alone in the dark your smile is more than I
can stand. Scared of being put back
together I can’t sleep, painting pictures in
shades of purple and gray. Braking into
pieces that aren’t meant to every be rejoined
you touch me and I no longer lament but still
don’t understand.

David Blake

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