place this mirror to your heart
and a flower to your grave
so the vandals will know
that you loved one day.
and you lay there
six feet above
attempting to re-tangle
your telephone chords
of hate.
you sit there
with the shells of a long lost tree
that once hung over
a computerized sanctuary
and there’s nobody around
to keep this
faded beauty
from.
so you leap up
leaving
popped balloons and
scabs
in your wake
hoping that one day someone will
notice them, and discover the
beauty you never had.

 
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