Tired eyes hide under canopy lashes that keep you out and me in.
And you’ll never know a secret so big.
I take too many pills and don’t sleep enough.
Total wreck.
And do you ever notice.
Not as long as I smile out a “good, how are you?”
Barbie heart in the way that it can still be broken, but I don’t feel a thing.
Patch me back up and set me on the shelf.
Goodnight, stranger.
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