it is another day
another night
another lonely song playing on repeat in my mind ( mama i am drowning )
but what do i do?
i sit and i stare at the mirror
but not at myself
no, never myself
what is there to see?
there's nothing inside this body that i can call mine anymore after
after
you took my humanity ( took it from my tongue, my hands, the secret place between my thighs that smells of lavender )
you smashed the puzzles pieces of me together in a way that didn't fit right
you stole the sugar and now the lemonade is sour
the fire inside me has been quenched
i am soot
i am ash
and i see that the tips of your fingers are still burnt
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the art of falling
Poetrypaint me as deep and as blue as the sea and maybe i will find the strength to drown myself