your eyes
your hands
your tongue
tore my dignity apart
chipping it
bit by bit
tucked the pieces
in your pocket
and left me
to figure out
what this means for me
bpd episodes
over you
everyday
an involuntary
psych hospitalization
lost myself
in acid trips
alcohol bottles
did you know any of this?
do you feel guilty for what you did?
you should.
YOU ARE READING
mercury reaches its morning peak
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