Being sewn from the inside is way more delicate than a criss cross quick fix.
Intentions were good but you forgot why we hurt.
Carelessness is full speed ahead with a spirit that twists and turns, with a see through panel and the loved that burned.
But then who ends up angry?
When I started to jump over the moon and swim with the stars, you played out of tune music man. I am not your guitar.
Here is that pressure, the remembrance of memories.
You helped yourself to a savage flavor but I would have given my O negative to throw my heart a crimson life saver.
The skin grafting….the concealer….gallons of cocoa butter….the years healing…..what else did I have to do to keep my anguish hidden?
Disturbing my soul is forbidden.
I will forever be a product of my past.
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