NO SIGNAL FOUND [RE-WRITING]

so, who are you without the chains?

inspired by: peaky blinders

you have your fathers eyes
and your mothers soul

they are at war inside your stomach when
butterflies erupt at the sight of your almost lover

how could you love someone when all your life LOVE was slamming doors, breaking plates and soon, hearts

how could you love someone when all your life LOVE was messy, loud and exhausting

you have your fathers fists
and your mothers wounds

i think you should nurse your bruises with the ointment up in the crooked cabinet, you - it whimpers on its hinges (courtesy of your father)

i think you should realize he is gone, i think you should let your mother win, i think you should give your mother a final stand

win, for your mother, win this wretched war
for that almost lover
for yourself

a/n: it's hard to break from the norms you have succumbed to from your surroundings, the environment you were born into and forced into