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Published: Jan 3, 2016

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i'm getting really tired
of wiping tears off your mascara stained cheeks.
i'm getting really tired because i never get a genuine thank you.
i get a quick kiss on the cheek,
as you plunge the knife into my back,
as if i were a wind up doll and the knife were my key.
i am not a wind up doll,
looking pretty in the shop windows of your heart.
and i never quiet understood why i meant so little...
why i meant so much.

i am your friend,

i am not your concealer.

i will not conceal the parts of you that you dislike.

i will not hide you from the world.

my heart may be big but it is already stretched too thin,

tearing at the center.

i decided to take a look inside,

and i've discovered that you are an automaton.

you do not have a heart.

and that is the saddest thing about it.

and i, as an inept, inventor am unable to make you a heart.

when is it that your heart stopped thrumming?
when is it that your heart stopped loving?
I understand this heart is unable to do a lot of things.
but that does not mean you get to treat me like you do.
i am tired of wiping tears of your mascara stained cheeks.
i am tired of feeling bad for the wolf in sheeps clothing.
i am tired of being your wind up doll,
that you keep locked away until you feel needy.
and i am done with that.
I am done with you.

"I desire the things that will destroy me in the end. "
~The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, entry 63, page 55