#pixxiewrites

You fold me up- Hide me between the pages of your favorite book You know the one, it is old and worn the one that you are afraid touch Afraid to run your fingers down the spine  Afraid that if you turn the pages they will turn to dust along with all the lines that mean the most But I am getting older- you have worn me out I have grown tired of being shut in and out and upside down tired of being kept close  but never close enough I will turn to dust with your fingers running down my spine

I am not soft or kind or sweet I am not a melody that will soothe you to  sleep I am glass shards that brush across  your feet I am a snow storm accompanied by sleet I am not a melody that will sooth you to sleep I am a malady  that will leave you to weep

Don’t keep me around just because I answer your call at 4 am when the air is stuck in your throat And the tears are dripping down your neck