They Tell Me
Never mind. I invented you. I invented you, as far as my purposes go. I invented loving you and I invented your death. I have my tricks and my trap doors, too.— Alice Munro, from Collected Stories; “Tell Me Yes or No.”
By Alexia VillanuevaPublished 6 years ago • 1 min read
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always water and darkness because now I eat the light; I am sun.— Angel Dominguez, from “Don’t tell my mother if they kill me #2″ published in Brooklyn
I'm broken,
but i'm not a wreck.
Through the trouble,
weight on the scars
of my heart.
I'm the worst to love,
the worst to give confornt,
the broken doll that is
covered in dust.
They tell me I'm amazing,
I'm not alone, that I'm not the
burden I claim to be...
See how many steps you
can take in my shoes, see
how much you'll be able
to understand in my
head.
I heard a voice I knew,
taking me back the end,
walking around feeling
lost and lonely.
Wondering around
with my eyes wide
open, dreaming
of a reality that
want's me.
Hoping I find someone who feels the same.
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