I'd like to remember the person
who forced my wounds open further
just to see what color my blood was.
Knowledge is the absence
id wish she'd known
before seeing the blood she knew was red.
I wish she didn't see
the way my hands shook
but her eyes are drawn
to the imperfections of my esoteric mind.
I'd like to remember her
as the person who torn me apart
because now
i am able to heal.
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 10:35 AM UTC
I'd like to remember the person
who forced my wounds open further
just to see what color my blood was.
Knowledge is the absence
id wish she'd known
before seeing the blood she knew was red.
I wish she didn't see
the way my hands shook
but her eyes are drawn
to the imperfections of my esoteric mind.
I'd like to remember her
as the person who torn me apart
because now
i am able to heal.
