not broken, mildly sprained

I will tell you everything

and hope it makes me extraordinary

in my mouth with fear

I have no shame

a capacity for dumb

and help me answer my mumbling heart

I will walk around your block

with your hand in my mind

where you sleep, I get tired

I want to stop, call my bluff

let us just get on with it

I know what will become

so I sleep by my phone

someone said that I'm too overwhelming to be loved

and I guess it's a compliment

but I'm still a girl, something is left

from my buffet, they ate my guts

but I had some stored away

in my heart