i was drunk
i was so soft
that you could crush me,
if you wanted to
i was see through
and i listened to you
you pushed on the bruises
you poked holes in every argument
you poured salt on my wounds
vinegar, you said it was cleansing
that truth means love
hard love
and i would rather
take a blade to my wrist
than your fucking judas kiss
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