Bittersweet Flesh Wounds. TW: Refrences of addiction
You remind me of childhood summer nights,
Scraping a knee on the concrete.
I’ll get up and act like it didn't happen,
When I'm with you I can ignore a small flesh wound.
We met in a weird situation,
Never thought we would get so close.
You make me take down my walls,
To see all of me.
You once told me when i flinched,
How you would never hurt me.
I haven’t felt that safe in a long time,
And that made me want more from you.
You make me WANT to be sober,
To remember every single part of this life.
If it's short lived I want all of it with you.
I used to call you,
Crying,
Just on my bathroom floor.
I may not remember most of those nights but,
I do know the reason I'm alright now.
Talking to you is bittersweet like cleaning flesh wounds.
If I had my mouth stitched shut I would still find a way to talk to you.
I hate the way you will never think of me that way,
But I also love it because that means I'm less likely to lose you.
But I do wonder,
Will you ever like me like I do?
—Sadiya Kubba-Stepp
You remind me of childhood summer nights,
Scraping a knee on the concrete.
I’ll get up and act like it didn't happen,
When I'm with you I can ignore a small flesh wound.
We met in a weird situation,
Never thought we would get so close.
You make me take down my walls,
To see all of me.
You once told me when i flinched,
How you would never hurt me.
I haven’t felt that safe in a long time,
And that made me want more from you.
You make me WANT to be sober,
To remember every single part of this life.
If it's short lived I want all of it with you.
I used to call you,
Crying,
Just on my bathroom floor.
I may not remember most of those nights but,
I do know the reason I'm alright now.
Talking to you is bittersweet like cleaning flesh wounds.
If I had my mouth stitched shut I would still find a way to talk to you.
I hate the way you will never think of me that way,
But I also love it because that means I'm less likely to lose you.
But I do wonder,
Will you ever like me like I do?
—Sadiya Kubba-Stepp
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