The problem is he didnt
gently put me down-
he dropped me
and my pieces
splintered all around.
and I guess I just
didn’t have the supplies
needed to soften my edges.
So when anyone tries
to hold me tight
they come up bloody and bruised
skin scarred and painful
from being loved and abused
and the problem is…
I can’t be the knife
you love and
allow to fuck up your life
and I have scars of my
own from loving edges
sharp enough to hurt me
and I promised myself
I would never be
marks on someone’s skin.

“problems” – jessicagadziala

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