Iam muttered and blurred.
Smeared like ink across paper.
Filling inblanks.
Left by someone unsure.
You lost yourself in me,
through thebent and torn fragments of
my imagination.
Lips don't tell secrets,
butstill you hear the silent scream in every stutter,
Only, you look away.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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