by Logan Capriano aged 14

You left me scared and vulnerable
and all the while I crumbled
upon what you had left.
Yet you keep me weeping as I hold on to you
by only the slightest thread
on which you have left me to starve upon.
I’m starving and where am, and I don’t like it.
The more and more I add
the more empty I feel.
You are a cruel and graceful kind
but, you know your place.
Take it as any human would
and only a kind human emerges.
And so I say this my scar

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