How could I trust someone who fell in love with the person who damaged me,
Took advantage of me and never celebrated me?
Held me down and screwed me like Lose Sockets

I never needed repair
Only proof that I existed and someone cared
That my eyes were different galaxies bringing together their perspectives
But failing to create truth in the curvature of her cheeks.

How could I trust broken wings that still cringe with use,
That cause scraped knees and bruised thighs?

Nights are too long and words too many
Each one tastes bitter and hooks my lip on the way out,
Screaming not to leave my mouth
For dear life
For dear life

I am the stem left bare, fading in the soil after being picked
Not for love
Not for enjoyment
Not able to satisfy

The first time I felt pressure from his lips aligned the stars in my veins
And finished my existence.