cuts

have you ever tasted the saltiness of the ocean or the iron taste of blood, the cuts on my writs symbolize all the times I lost the inner war within my body within my self within my heart

have you ever tasted the saltiness of the ocean of the iron taste of blood, I took the life of that young girl I called myself back then, only to call myself me who I am now, make sense, I didn't think so. I love you, is so foreign on my tongue. so foreign and so sweet, like a nectarine.

have you ever tasted the saltiness of the ocean or the iron taste of blood, I kissed you goodbye one last time but I didn't know that would be the last time,

how do we ever know the last time is the last time.

the cuts on my wrist symbolize all the times I lost the inner war within my body within my self. within my heart.