If my love could heal,
the faded traumas
which adorn your skin
would expire
If my love could heal,
you wouldn't pleasure yourself
to the idea
of her suicide
If my love could heal,
you'd feel your mother's absent love
through the cracks
in my lips
If my love could heal,
maybe I'd learn to heal myself
before others
And then maybe;
I would've healed myself
before a predator
Aug 14, 2024
Aug 14, 2024 at 10:33 PM UTC
If my love could heal,
the faded traumas
which adorn your skin
would expire
If my love could heal,
you wouldn't pleasure yourself
to the idea
of her suicide
If my love could heal,
you'd feel your mother's absent love
through the cracks
in my lips
If my love could heal,
maybe I'd learn to heal myself
before others
And then maybe;
I would've healed myself
before a predator
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