whenshewasborn

I'm sorry
I don't mean to remember
It's true that I dream less often

I'm not ashamed
Of that long December
Your hand's coming down again

I close my eyes and brace myself
I only noticed your face
No matter what you're gonna build my shell


I'm falling
I'm shedding my skin
But it's not time I'm told
I am aware

Of what you mean by then

I'm only ten years old

I'm done healing