I buried her discomfort among our betrayals Bandaged my heart and tossed it in too. Dug graves for bodies of paragraphs crossed out and torn. Shore off my sharp edges so I could fit in. Erased who I wanted to be swore I couldn’t be. Replaced it with what they told me I had potential to be. When I unearthed our hatchets, Our deep-cuts on each other, they were no longer weapons. I cannot be broken again by rust and old world rules. She who once called me second best. who only believed in bodies beautiful. No friend without the end, No bending to her will any longer, The breaking apart of us set me free.
