20/20

Honey, let me tell you

That man was built of clay

We rose from rust red earth and spread

Across it a blanket of broken bottles and cigarettes

We cut ourselves, bled sweet and bitter

Made dirt to crimson mud

Strange how we push and prod our shapes

Trying to smooth away everything that scares us

Leaving crescent moon cuts on our arms and stomachs,

bruises up and down our body’s

We break

Before we realise that imperfection is perfection

If only we could understand 

That our hands lifted our hands

That fate and time are just us, pulling our own strings

And I am so afraid of becoming

Because I won’t realize what I’ve done to me

Till I feel that acid shock - 

I haven’t look over my shoulder in a while