Awakened.
I use to wonder what regret tasted like
Now I am too familiar with the sting it leaves on my tongue
Skin after skin I touch and I am still broken
And bored.
So bored.
I am too far to love again and I wonder what happened to change me
I use to be a fucking romantic and now what
Now I couldn't care less
A different man a night for a while
And then I stopped, too dizzy to keep count.
My heart is broken.
Beaten.
Bruised.
I cast off every kiss and touch and solemn vow broken
I am new.
Watch me rise.
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