I try not to think of your hardened face 
Of the tone in your voice 
Stabbing knives in my heart
Already bleeding from the day before. 

I close my eyes and think instead 
Of sitting alone under open skies 
Memorizing the placement of the stars. 

I think of rain soaking into my skin 
A cold comfort in a place unfamiliar 
Yet it still felt like home 

I try to dwell on canals and rivers 
Of languages foreign to me 
Spoken as a mother tongue 
Begging me to learn it too. 

I am more than today. 
I am more than your opinion. 
Of how you leave me bleeding. 
Stepping on my heart that's pierced on the floor. 

The tears may cloud my vision today 
But it won't always be this way. 
It can't. 
That's no way to live at all. 

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