Needle tips to quaking lips
Lines with purple, mapping dots
To tie these cotton ends together
Cracking rips of blood and spit

Make me fear, make me see
Make me hard, and make me weak

I’m so in love, and so in hate,
Feeling more and testing fate,
When wounds were few and filled with taste
and words grew tense, unmarked and chaste,
Things were simpler   

When I didn’t know the problem

Tied with rusted, weighty shackles
Slits on legs spill far apart
And suddenly
I’m whole again

And back where it began
Now I remember what it looked like
And how I felt
It was easier

When I didn’t know the cure

It was easier just to fool
Everyone, into believing
That okay meant okay
Not that I’m dying

From the inside out.