The Essence Of Who I Am

I have caution tape on the end of my fingertips

I have a crown of roses tangled in my hair

I love you is laced through my lips

A cloth has tried to cover all my skin

But my brokenness has spilled everywhere

Glass is shredded into my hips

And my tongue has forgotten how to share

The tape reads, “Caution don’t touch her,

For she is only pieces and bits and despair”.