Realize
Blood on my lips
skin split open
whole punches on my heart
debilitated knees.
i promise i won't
fall apart,
until the sun goes under
so when i rise
it'll be shining,
blinding all the
artless.
i'll never learn
my sins cast a spell bounding me
to hell,
a caution; warning
stapled onto my forehead
blishered, mar hands
to drained to take it down.
Longing to see the light
or fire
a same difference
memorized by past mistakes
of my bloody lips
kissing the wrong prince.
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