#153 hating what you've done to me and said to me restless from too many times staying awake at night not knowing what you're thinking when words are different from actions are different from intentions you don't know exactly what you want so how can I begin to guess? all I ask for is a chance to show you I do not have to be what you think I am but don't think I'm changing myself just to suit your needs my heart is not a toy to be thrown and tossed about giggled at when it falls to frozen ground shatters into pieces of sharp blood ice try to pick it up to make things better but careful not to cut yourself on bitter fragments of broken dreams and don't stand too close my own open wounds might stain your all-too-perfect surface Amber R. Day