The brain’s been licking on razor blades,
the heart beat to beg
Stop the charade, your little black dress parade
Blood red denial, painted lipstick smile
Bruised green bile
Invisible, scars under skin hide deep within
Shoving glass in nailbeds,
And a jackhammer stitch
In the place where you thought your heart would exist
I do was adieu, love left in lieu
The mistakes we make in I Love You
Mah Butt Itches 
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