girl

i am but a string

with ends tied loose

staggering under the weight

i carry.

i wear my past

on my neck

like a stone

or a necklace.

i balled my fists

and tied my heart

into neat ribbons.

i need to hold it together.

i don’t remember the little girl

but she says she is me,

smiles. waves. dangles her legs.

then there was the other girl

black eyeliner. black eyes. black.

she doesn’t even talk to me -

maybe she needs a hug?

the girls i know

do not know me

and i wish they could.

i wear them in the strings

i unravelllllllll.