Artist / Writer / Girl

Sometimes I have a lot to say; other times, nothing.

They tell me the artist uses it all. They tell me the writer wastes nothing. I show you my hands, my shoulders — I am just a girl. My mouth is not always a receptacle for sound. I use my fingers for more than pushing on bruises, plucking up my pain and braiding gold through it.

If you break my heart, I will not thank you.
If you break my heart, I will not thank you.

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