hooow comes things I touch grow these sharp thorns?
how comes words scrape me as porcelain splinters?
[ISN'T IT TIME TO CUT IT YOU ZERO-HERO?]
a bush of roses growing in the stomach
[WEREN'T YOU VOID, YOU NOUGHT NOUGHT NOUGHT?]
more pieces I put together, the more the pain kills me
fingertips are bleeding on a glue that smells of loss
that makes the stomach turn, the head goes nod’, nod’, nod’
each thing I build is just destroying another
tearing apart the dress I've put on
and there I lay just keep on staring
my eyebulbs swelling for the light I stuff into
waiting for the water that once fell from your lips
make it work out as rain in the desert i'm bound to
bless my trhrilling skin, christen my tongue
the weapon I've been facing and praying ever since
I've been kissed by failure
a flirt I've been weaving
and now in her arms
my voice keep on swaying
as all I remember
like all of my wishes on how this could be
I've been kicked on the lips
and how could this be the only emotion
that I have felt in years?
I'm hiding the face beneath bleeding hands
and prepared for the next one
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