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let’s talk about how you don’t remember what it’s like to
be held only
for the simple tightness your arms
can provide,
about how you don’t know what
to say when they call you
‘beautiful’, so you spend the
night looking at your reflection and
convincing yourself he was
lying to you.
let’s talk about how your skin
is branded with all the
marks of other people,
you have yet to have your own
signature,
common burns, but no one knows
how to heal them,
they only know how to open
them back up.
let’s talk about how you haven’t felt
anything deeper but than a guy
walking over your chest,
a bad kind of deep that
falls into you soul and explodes,
a deep that makes you
not want to talk about it anymore.
so let’s talk about how you
don’t even know what to say
when they ask you if
you’re okay because you aren’t—
you just wanna be okay.