i found myself split in two
sitting on the kitchen floor
with a bruise the colour of plum
on the underside of my left cheekbone
it pulsed when i looked up to the lights
to find all the mistakes i ever made
staring back into my genetically altered pupils
whom further represent
any means
in which i felt to fit in
so with skin the colour of peach
and eyes the colour of sapphire
its hard to think id be here to begin with
with blood shot eyes
and medicated smiles
its hard to think
that you were once the only person
i'd want to be with
i don't want you at all
Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 9:12 PM UTC
i found myself split in two
sitting on the kitchen floor
with a bruise the colour of plum
on the underside of my left cheekbone
it pulsed when i looked up to the lights
to find all the mistakes i ever made
staring back into my genetically altered pupils
whom further represent
any means
in which i felt to fit in
so with skin the colour of peach
and eyes the colour of sapphire
its hard to think id be here to begin with
with blood shot eyes
and medicated smiles
its hard to think
that you were once the only person
i'd want to be with
i don't want you at all
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