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BUILDING
MICHAELLA LAWRENCE
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i am becoming the master of putting myself back together
when you break me with your carelessness.
fickle words and brittle bones can’t make a castle
but we can run in the ruins anyway,
and each time i trip and fall
on all of your glass promises,
i guess we can just call that growing up.
each cut may get deeper,
and take longer and longer to heal
but i am building myself something beautiful,
and what a joy it is to feel
that i am no longer a playground
for you to whittle down and break,
this is mine, a Parthenon,
a monument to the goddess and the good
so pray to me, if you want,
go make a sacrifice of yourself,
call it honesty or fidelity,
your discarded words will make pretty good bricks.
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