Bones As Thin As Paper Skin

Brittle Bones,

broken Homes.

I am not the girl of your dreams,

nor your nightmares.

This paper skin

will remain paper thin

and untouched

and unloved

and unraveled at the seams.

I am not the girl of your dreams,

I am the phantom of your reality.

Thank you for thinking,

not of me, but of yourself.

Perhaps once in the upcoming days,

I'll step into your feverish gaze

and you'll know the tale of my scars

and my wounds.

Drown me in your I'll be back soon's,

dress me in your understanding,

drain me of my life,

and breathe into me fresh air.

Repaint the walls of this broken home

that is held together by paper skin

and broken bone.