What You've Made Me
Maybe today would be the day you looked at me
The day you decided you had messed up
But it was unlikely
Because disasters can't be taken back
And I now know hurricanes have human names
Beacause on the day you landed down on the island of me
I shattered
With nothing left to do but damage control
I suffered
And no one wants to visit my heart anymore
They know the wreckage you left behind
They're aware of the arteries that you ripped apart
Whole limbs that are out of order
I am leftover land trying to rebuild itself
I'm stiched over wounds
But I'll heal
I am looking foward but remembering to check my peripheral
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