I do not have to be sorry for
Just standing in the mirror,
Searching for the hole i can feel
Tearing through my skin I don’t
Have to apologize for sitting
On the tile way too fast and
Way too hard I don’t have to
Spell your name the way I
Heard it the first time because
Suddenly it’s different because
Suddenly it’s wrong i don’t want to
get up I don’t want to lift my heart again
It is buried in my hip bones it has
Weighed me to the floor I cannot
Speak about the bruises that left
Foam beneath my shirt
Screaming at each other til they
Snarled like dogs and spit
Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 9:26 PM UTC
I do not have to be sorry for
Just standing in the mirror,
Searching for the hole i can feel
Tearing through my skin I don’t
Have to apologize for sitting
On the tile way too fast and
Way too hard I don’t have to
Spell your name the way I
Heard it the first time because
Suddenly it’s different because
Suddenly it’s wrong i don’t want to
get up I don’t want to lift my heart again
It is buried in my hip bones it has
Weighed me to the floor I cannot
Speak about the bruises that left
Foam beneath my shirt
Screaming at each other til they
Snarled like dogs and spit
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