| For you I cut through my palm with the sharpest knife in your kingdom so true pain doesn’t come hunting me countless heartbreaks deep. For you I hit my stomach with the heaviest bat on sale so real food doesn’t nourish my soul with your fake generosity. For you I spray my eyes with toxic nerve gas so weak memory doesn’t let me forget where I grew up and why I was let to live. For you I type with one hand I walk with one leg I sing with half a jaw I kiss with one torn lip I tear, I bleed with one eye - only. For you I click my bones cracking from a dying love only boneless I see straight through the other eye that's still bleeding - but not tearing. For you - ART son of a whore I will carry on - loveless. |  © Jeta B Photography |
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