Walk on Me With Bare Feet

If you are afraid to step on my broken pieces

Don’t you dare try to sweep me up

I love being scattered about, and free from the confinement of order.

I don’t need a dust pan

I need a strong man who isn’t afraid to get tiny pieces of my glass stuck in his feet.

I am pain and love, acquaint yourself with my bittersweet. Caress my rough and my smooth edges, accept that I will never truly be the fairytale you wish of me.

And furthermore, if you are brave enough to explore

Before entering, take your fucking shoes off at the door!

 

By Janell Hihi

Copright@2016

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