its something beautiful to watch
but something else entirely to feel
we've got that kind of sacrificial love
like poets spilling stages with blood
we are the cut throat lovers
like yesterdays
call me beautiful look into my broken eyes
find something more human
than either of us could ever believe
you are the whole pieces that seem to be missing
a reminder that theres something beyond my skin
that has yet to be felt
properly
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