Broken Limbs from Strange Beings by Alayne May

the clouds are parting
and i am starting to see
clearly for once
clearly as a blue sky

why would you even
think to say something like that
the car horn woke me from the
fantasy i had
it shattered the glass

it hurt when the limb i went out on broke
like the trust i let grow at the hand of my hope
in hindsight, i was too good to you
and, blindsided, i have to swallow this truth
and it's hard to stomach it

i'm the projector
and you were the screen
and your words sank like teeth
they shred everything
cause you're the wolf
and you're not the sheep

it hurt when the limb i went out on broke
like the trust i let grow at the hand of my hope
in hindsight, i was too good to you
and, blindsided, i have to swallow this truth
and it's hard to stomach it
it's hard to stomach it

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