Confession: I Didn't Jump
We're all a little broken...
By Megan Stockhill Published 2 years ago • 1 min read
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I wish I were more campfire than firecracker
Strong and constant, established
With a heart full of flames and smoky ringlets
Rather than twee and temporary
Like a melody played on a yellow ukulele
I wish I could be the tiger lily instead of the wilted daisy
The Harley instead of the mint green Mercedes
With butterfly decals
The truth is I used to be the campfire
The tiger lily, the Harley
Fendi, Gucci, shot of whiskey
But then something broke inside me
I stood on the edge of the cliff
Tried to think of your smiling lips
Tried to think of you being proud of me
But I just couldn't jump
Because you see
I'm the firecracker
Daisy, Mercedes, crybaby
And I hope that one day I'll be able to fix me
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nice work