I have built my bridges from your bones
to cross a sea of your tears.
I have turned away from the moonlight of your gaze
and into the stars of another age.
When I dwell on what you have wrought
my feet wander towards the river
to drown in your despair.
But to see the shore is to remember
you never held all of me.
I am free,
despite what you would have made of me
(a disgrace of my own beliefs)
(a cross to bear)
(an inevitable decrease
of human spirit).
You would have crushed the life from me
and never realized I felt anything at all.
oh god just put the poetry in my blood so when I’m cut I stain in more ways than one