Elucidating Questions

Kind heart

Delicate fingers

Except I have sausage fingers that just break a lot

And a heart that just breaks a lot

You don’t hear them whispering through the trees

But then again it’s not something you can see

Trying to escape the worst of me

Cover all the mirrors, and never see myself again

Perhaps for the best

What I can see I don’t like

What I can’t see I don’t like when I can see it

I wish I never had to see it again