Reminders, reminders
Constant
About me
My imperfections
Imagine
Love is a blade
It cuts through
With ease

My body
Into pieces
Eleven right now
But more
Soon
There will be
More
Always more

Cursed
I was
With too much
Love to give
You all see it
As hearts
I see it
As a blade

Even though, i appear fine
It cuts through me every time