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‘i’m coming apart at the seams,’
you whispered.
[darling, i already knew that.]
you,
       with your beautiful, bruised skin,
       and handmarks down your spine,
       you’ve got his fingerprints all over you.
you never were very strong anyway.

you say he holds your fragile dreams
in his cruel grasp,
                         [the one you’re so familiar with.]
      but why do anything about it?
you,
       with your choked breaths,
       broken dreams and broken hearts,
       i know you’ll settle for last place.
‘cause they say
    you’ve always got a second choice,
                                           [a second chance,]
           but not anymore.

you,
       used to be alive,
       knew how to smile [did you forget?]
       had lights in your eyes
[you still do.
                  or are they just the tears?]
there’s all these broken question marks
beneath your paper-thin skin.
          needled and bloodless,
you’ll take what he gives.
         [you’ll give what he takes.]

your reflection looks more alive than you,
    at least she’s whole.
        look at yourself,
              do you see what he’s done?
you,
       and your twisted spine,
       with your broken bones
       crushing your scarred heart.
[do you care at all?]
               don’t you know what he’s doing?
           [you don’t know what you’re doing]
you can lie to yourself,
        but i see right through you.
     i’ll be here to sew up your wounds now,
     but i’m running out of thread faster
     than he’s running out of steam,
     and this train[wreck] won’t stop.
[but for now, i’m here,
            and i’ll stitch up your seams.]

       he tells you that you belong to him,
that his bruises on your arms are proof.
             but it’s not true.
       the daylight tells lies,
             those bruises were caused by you,
       so get out while you can['t].
you,
       marked and tainted,
       by his twisted intentions,
       you say you have no choice.
[but darling, you choose to say ‘yes.’]
i can’t understand you.
    are you addicted to the taste of your own blood?
        or do you savor that moment,
that split-second of touch before he hits you?
      maybe you feel wanted,
            in his fumbled, rough kisses, and drunken passion.
              [how can you pretend he loves you?]

you,
       you used to love so easily,
       you’re now broken so easily,
       as you swallow your pride.
how did he do this to you?
do you ever wonder?
       each morning you
take your pills, lie to yourself
       look in the mirror
and say it’s getting better
       don’t you know?
you’re the one hurting yourself.
       you once said you loved life
now it’s just an easier form of suicide.

Description
‘i’m coming apart at the seams,’
you whispered.
[darling, i already knew that.]
you,
       with your beautiful, bruised skin,
       and handmarks down your spine,
       you’ve got his fingerprints all over you.
you never were very strong anyway.

you say he holds your fragile dreams
in his cruel grasp,
                         [the one you’re so familiar with.]
      but why do anything about it?
you,
       with your choked breaths,
       broken dreams and broken hearts,
       i know you’ll settle for last place.
‘cause they say
    you’ve always got a second choice,
                                           [a second chance,]
           but not anymore.

you,
       used to be alive,
       knew how to smile [did you forget?]
       had lights in your eyes
[you still do.
                  or are they just the tears?]
there’s all these broken question marks
beneath your paper-thin skin.
          needled and bloodless,
you’ll take what he gives.
         [you’ll give what he takes.]

your reflection looks more alive than you,
    at least she’s whole.
        look at yourself,
              do you see what he’s done?
you,
       and your twisted spine,
       with your broken bones
       crushing your scarred heart.
[do you care at all?]
               don’t you know what he’s doing?
           [you don’t know what you’re doing]
you can lie to yourself,
        but i see right through you.
     i’ll be here to sew up your wounds now,
     but i’m running out of thread faster
     than he’s running out of steam,
     and this train[wreck] won’t stop.
[but for now, i’m here,
            and i’ll stitch up your seams.]

       he tells you that you belong to him,
that his bruises on your arms are proof.
             but it’s not true.
       the daylight tells lies,
             those bruises were caused by you,
       so get out while you can['t].
you,
       marked and tainted,
       by his twisted intentions,
       you say you have no choice.
[but darling, you choose to say ‘yes.’]
i can’t understand you.
    are you addicted to the taste of your own blood?
        or do you savor that moment,
that split-second of touch before he hits you?
      maybe you feel wanted,
            in his fumbled, rough kisses, and drunken passion.
              [how can you pretend he loves you?]

you,
       you used to love so easily,
       you’re now broken so easily,
       as you swallow your pride.
how did he do this to you?
do you ever wonder?
       each morning you
take your pills, lie to yourself
       look in the mirror
and say it’s getting better
       don’t you know?
you’re the one hurting yourself.
       you once said you loved life
now it’s just an easier form of suicide.