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