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What's it mean to sink your ship

Before you know you might tip

What's it like to fall in love

When nobody's ever seen above

How can you say you'd be missed

If nobody cared to see your wrists

Where could you go

Where would you run

When you already have no one.

And if you did would they care

Could they see?

If the words spilled were the colour of blood

And your tongue sharp like a blade

Would they see then?

How you hide?

What you seek?

But

What do you seek?

A place to be silent in someone's arms

A home to finally feel warmth

A love to call your own

A heart to beat along

A house to call a home

And breath that feels

Finally

Like your own.