I am bruised and broken
I am scars and tissue
There is an ocean outside of my window
That begs for you to saturate yourself
Plunge so that you might remind me what I’m worth
My wrists are so fragile and weak
My wrists make people think
Red fluid keeps me alive and sings me to sleep at night
I’ve seen him once before
And I am in love
I breathe in the salt and exhale the blood
There is an ocean outside of my window
That begs and begs for you to saturate yourself
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