I am everyone's best friend
and I am no-body's lover
stripped of vanity and bruised to blue
are all the gifts my love has left me
as each breath oozes into silence
my chest puffs in defiance
with a hushed up scream
my insecurities
they pile up and grip me tighter
a bulging, steaming, heavy heap
they pressure on me
till my halo breaks apart
nobody can arrange my pieces
I slowly pick them up with dirt
and in my crystal ball
I keep on rolling
I wish I was a rolling stone
so that no touch could scratch me
I am beyond embrace
beyond your understanding
yet right in front your face
of flesh and blood and alien in mind
are you afraid to touch me?
our hands, do they not match?
my brightest hours I lived alone
a crippled half of human being
graced with a sense that nothing's wrong
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