i was born with a sickness that dripped from ***** blood bag
she was born with gold ribbons tying her skin together
i wish i could have pulled a little harder
unraveled her from the outside in
she said i was small and insignificant
i told her to water me
give me incisors
sharpen them like the knives in my kitchen drawer
you won't recognize her
can you drown in the forced love of yourself?
i love me i love me i love me i love me i love me
is that why i can't dig up the old roots that she buried inside my chest?
i am filled to the brim with artificial self love
where does the love for other people fit inside?
im a broken puzzle piece that only fits inside itself
i thought i had found all my pieces but really
it was an ampersand
trying to make a bridge to cross from one life to another
smooth sailing
oh mother
oh father
you created something that looks like how scratches on a chalkboard sound
i am
so
so
sorry
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 3:05 PM UTC
i was born with a sickness that dripped from ***** blood bag
she was born with gold ribbons tying her skin together
i wish i could have pulled a little harder
unraveled her from the outside in
she said i was small and insignificant
i told her to water me
give me incisors
sharpen them like the knives in my kitchen drawer
you won't recognize her
can you drown in the forced love of yourself?
i love me i love me i love me i love me i love me
is that why i can't dig up the old roots that she buried inside my chest?
i am filled to the brim with artificial self love
where does the love for other people fit inside?
im a broken puzzle piece that only fits inside itself
i thought i had found all my pieces but really
it was an ampersand
trying to make a bridge to cross from one life to another
smooth sailing
oh mother
oh father
you created something that looks like how scratches on a chalkboard sound
i am
so
so
sorry
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