Rip it open
And the blood spills out_
We watch through our screens as it runs through the streets.
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We can mute the screams
And they come and they wash it all away.

You remember my behaviour
In moths,
In peace,
In scarce,
In pities,
Yet you distinguish it.
Not as separate entities but parts of me,
They bounce around in circumstances.
Belittling me,
You remember
my touch of fragility,
my mourn for sincerity,
my interest in variety,
You did no mockery,
When i look at myself,
I see Ordure absorbed in sins,
yet the love of you reminds me
The person i am and can be,
A greatest gift i ever had and worth thanking for.

Hey anger, I hate you
You make me do ****
That I never want to
You make me
Scream, yell, cry, and hit
You make me want to break ties
That I want to knit
You make me say words I'll never mean
But with you, anger, I feel seen

I think you're beautiful
From your soul to your toes
And though you don't like it,
I love your big nose
I think you're pretty,
stealing glances at me
My cheeks will get rosy but
I'll pretend I don't see
I think you're handsome,
with the strength that you carry,
a light as bright as yours,
takes a lot of effort to bury
I think you're beautiful when you feel that you are not,
seeing you smile- I loved that alot
I think you're gorgeous,
a compassionate man,
dealt lackluster cards yet
creating the upper hand
I think you're beautiful
In all that you do,
And when I picture future me?
She's sitting right next to future you.

feeling seen and appreciated comes with a burden of being loved.