there is more to your hands
than what pools underneath
smear your face from your skin
despise your hypersexuality
suicide every night
at the discretion of anyone but you
they never learn their lessons
and you are so much worse for it
if you believe you are truly wrong
who are you to be argumentative?
who are you at all?
misshapen from personality exchange
god will say you deserved it
therapists will say you earned it
indoctrinated in cycles of legacy
whatever it takes to erase responsibility
all the fabric that wraps your thighs
is stained by dirtied fingers
all the lies you lent yourself
are leaving in unregistered taxis
you’ll spend your life chasing
the answers to the same question
never left satisfied by a single word
why the fuck do we do this to each other?
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