Gray

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How does it not bother you?

So careless in your altitude,

your disregard

for things that are large.

Only content with erasure—

your personality, not the star.

Kept your home so guarded,

not sure what for;

I know your parents bought it—

won’t tell you that part.

You keep talking over me;

I daydream out the door.

It wasn’t your cavalier nature

that kept me there.

Skin so soft—

I know you wish it was yours.

Yet it never belonged to you.

I was broken long before.

It’s not a compliment

that I wanted to stay;

I was raised to turn gray.

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Petals & Teeth