Number Eleven

Notice how the boys seem to hold all the answers? he holds his secrets to him like knives; shiny, they catch my eye and i reach for the blade. but in an effort to save me? maybe? he yanks it away. i fall to my knees and offer him a wish he jokes and i laugh and i am lonely now for no reason. i am ignored without a weapon in my hand. RoyaBoya

(the first line taken from Number Eleven, I thought it was such a great line....)

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 Poetry unmasked now.
 Inbetween the past,
 and the future
 I give this poem,
 unmasked
 by myself.
 --Carrie