the rawness inside of me -
can't capture it.
the closest i'll get
in the embrace of self loathing,
with soft lips and harsh words,
stirring desperation in my soul.
and she says, "oh, i'm only trying to prepare you for
how it is."
her fingers, tattered, shredded,
grip mine so I won't
fall through damp skies,
because I've forgotten how to breathe
and she's more beautiful than I'll ever be.