to the rain
who turns grey at my fingertips
i never meant to hurt you
next time i promise i’ll stay away,
watch from afar

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if i’ve ever rhymed
i didn’t intend to
please don’t look at me like that
you know i’d never hurt you
i’m sorry you evaporated in my hand
i should’ve shown you my mangled
skin before i let you touch me

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the tendons fall out of me,
meat off a bone
bugs off a log
and if you watched
i know you closed your eyes
i know the breeze made you shake
and i know the rain
her delicate whistles
her fragile mind
and she knows me
my violence
my blood
her teardrops in my brain