A Broken Doll

Strawberry blonde, where did you go?
How could anyone love you?
Islands are left behind, and she told you he was dead.
Strawberry blonde, how could anyone leave you?

Why do things move so fast? How many is one too many?
Did your face remind him of his failures while he curled your hair in beer?
You suffer so many of their lackings, everywhere you look…
is there nothing anyone holds dear?

When you found him and he loved you, all you knew was between your thighs.
But you are still back there, Strawberry blonde and waiting.
So your eternal fear did not find you, it never left.
So you’re still that country girl with a tiny heart breaking.

You gave me life so all your sins might be forgiven.
But the marks were in blood, deep cuts that would not bind.
Strawberry blonde, how were you to know fear does not save you,
only truth will save your kind.

Look! Look! The mirror image stalls.
Can you not meet your own gaze anymore?
I am flesh of your flesh. He the champion of your lies.
And you….just the town whore.

But Strawberry blonde, do not fret. Do not Weep!
Do not lie awake and beat the walls with your hands.
There is such a thing as one thing too many.
Strawberry blonde, you broken doll…I understand.

-Eigna

A Broken Doll

TheAngelique

Joined August 2008

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There is a time when we have to step back and take a look at the person we love but are afraid of, so that we can understand them, and through understanding there is no more fear.

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