When you sew up my wounds

Like stitches, it hurts.

The truth is—

I need the blood,

I really need the blood.

When you take it away

I haven’t had a chance

To grieve.

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When you patch up my jeans

You forget the holes

Complete me.

I need all experience,

I need all quality.

Forgetting those rips

And holes in their depths

Is forgetting me.

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I need to feel

And all the way, every drop

Of rain.

I need to hurt sometimes

Because I can’t ignore

The pain.

It is futile—

Like a full sink

Without a drain.