a heart for a heart

and maybe that’s what it was

I could never love you enough-

not all of you. I was careful to

avoid the sharp pieces of your

personality and yet not careful

enough. You pierced my skin with 

every embrace and I grew used

to pain, started piercing you back

because it was like this you taught 

me how to love. So, eventually, I

embraced all of you while resenting

those parts that didn’t hurt me

and when I found a blade of my 

own, I stuck it in the soft skin 

between your chest and jaw

so all of you could bleed

and look just as red as me.


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