(Da fault)
What is da fault?
It's the shadow inside
That bubbles to my outside and
Blackens my face.
It swells under--and tightens--my skin
To show everyone the truth, how,
It was me who killed in my denial of
Da fault.
Da fault was the corruption of a dream.
Da fault was the fight over a hairbrush, a tarot card, an earring, my braces, her shoes,
a church, a bracelet, a dad, a stepdad, a father, a birthday party, a picture, a play,
another birthday party, a book, a room, a shower, a vacation, a crush, a friend, a bra,
and a pair of scissors digging into my wrist.
Da fault was the urgency in a smile.
Da fault was the disease.
Da fault was the way I wasted our time together
And how I'll never, Ever,
Get it back.
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