bandaid
all those wounds you talked about
i will sit outside on the concrete floor
and patch each one up
till you are clean and theres no more
i can say its love now,
it always was
but it was also just
what should've been done
each time you hurt yourself
when i wasnt around
Copyright © itayntam ll | Year Posted 2025
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