Moist
Sliding upwards through skin
Watered back broken fracture
Have your tears hardened yet?
Learned to hold your ducts like broken mothers
Snuggle against memories
Like daughters learn to be held by the hearts of their fathers
Where do we begin
And when do we start living
Again
I miss the way you used to look at me with something other than disgust tattooed to your pupils
I’m still bent backwards from actions I cant dare want to take back
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