(read forward, then backward, line by line)

I ran.
Not knowing what else to do
There was so much blood on my hands
It was mine
The kitchen knife
Caught in my chest
Guilt
Consumed by
Fear
I was heightened by
Adrenaline
But running on
Wasn’t enough
While trying to stay calm,
Losing control
It was me that would end up
Dead. Because
He was
In front of me
The whole time
It was too late
Trapped
I found myself
Locked in chains
My fate was
Death.

You Build me Up
You Break me down
You sing a song, all night long
Did you really ever love me?

We sit and we chat
We kid and we laugh
I felt safe in your arms
Did you ever love me?

Live Fearless you always said
Yet you sit scared shitless in my bed
Scars are what you left
Did you care?

Deep in thought
All night long
I cover the scars you left in my arms
Did you mean to do it?

My mothers cries
As lay and die
I hear the song you sang all night long
I guess you didn't care that night.

Friends are great thing
To have
Not to share your most desirable fantasies
I am
I can hold those thoughts
And not throw up chunks
I can tell you what is
I can tell what gives
You have to decide in the end
Swipe right
Or defriend

Some would have
You to believe that
     Love is blind

Love isn’t blind
       At all
Love sees every
        Color
Love does not require
Sameness to love
          
Love sees every shade
And every relishes
        In each one

Love seeks to understand
And give freedom of
    Expression to every
      Brilliant color

     Love has perfect
             Vision
That sees and celebrate
          Every color

           Like love
         I see color
       And it is indeed
             Beautiful
            
      Love in color
              It’ll
     Change your life

What if every little thought
That lives inside your head
Instead of hiding away in there
Was spoken out, was said?

Would you be embarrassed?
Would you hate your mouth?
Would you rather be mute
Than let the truth come out?

What if every little thing
That people thought of you
Instead of being tucked away
Was heard, was listened to?

Would you be ashamed?
Would you cover your ears?
Would you rather be deaf
Than let the truth come near?

And what if every image
That passes through your thoughts
Was freed from its prison
To roam until it rots?

Would you be disgusted?
Would you look away?
Would you rather be blind
Than see your thoughts at play?