i took a globe
drew myself on one side
and my father on the other
i threw it over the bridge
and watched it float away

if i put myself under a lamp
you will see my cracked skin
and this is why i am in the dark
dejected & obsolete

im afraid that one day

my heart will stop

beating

but i am even more afraid

that it will not

my head has scratched poems

carved into my bones

about a boy with green eyes

and a strong laugh

that sticks into my skin

like a shard of glass