take back. smack.
take back. smack. I have this way of exposing my veins; Slit wrist form, outline another lover. And he walks, questioning if I stay sane. Left. Rewind. Just another basic her. In solitude I shape new forms of fist. I come back to a height too far above. I can reconstruct pain into resist; You’re back. No matter. Just another glove. I stay stepping on whatever it takes; Escape the abyss of you finding you. It’s snapped in the past, my heart...