when I was crying in the diner
because a boy broke my heart-
it went something like this:
it's okay to let things break
no matter if your bloody heart
feels burned at the stake
I can't beg
all the time
for one small crumb of attention,
of love, affection
I will be on my knees
but not for you, no matter how long it will take
I want to teach myself
to pray for a knife so I can cut
through to the center
and let the crumbs stick to my tongue
of my own damn cake
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