Ripped and Ragged
To every broken boy,
Every last night's mistake.
For those who came before you, long lines of long lives never to be told by my hands.
Hands that have never given love the way it was meant to be given.
But sheltered and molded into something dirty.
Given the way kisses give way to violent sex
The way holding you holds me down,
Tied to your bed, your body your soul
Left for dead
Feeling every bruise on pale skin
Wondering if this is love, then maybe death will hold me
Not just hold me down
Hot breath on my face brings me back
Hands around my throat
Hands around my soul
I am fading away into the light,
Brilliant and white
purifying
like the ocean
like the drugs
like the violence
I am innocent again
before time stops
And you breathe me back to life.
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