taught hatred
- Moe Godat
- Jan 15, 2018
- 1 min read
My greatest sin was
being born already dead
with too much blood beating
against my fragile skin
or it might have been
loving to learn while being taught
that no love can be enough for me.
Words fill my mouth, ready to spill.
They taste true, but you call my bluff.
"I wanna take every girl you've loved
and beat her up"
but then I'd take her hand and say
that I know her pain
I am her
I understand her
that I wanna take away the stains that
he left behind her rib cage,
pumping away, untouched,
behind her breastplate.
But fuck me if love isn't fake.
Life is distant and time is real,
in their own ways.
They kiss my skin like steel,
picking me up to edge me away
and harboring my hate to rock my soul
with the ebb and flow
nodding off when juice takes the
weed from my fat and my veins.
I can't chill.
I won't.
Because my brain
runs when I ask
it to be
still.
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