a stinging, rasping kind of beauty
like the bite of the weeping wind
or the needles and safety pins piercing
through my skin
this world is one of endless suffering
its the raw truth
the spirit of our youth
It transcends all the glitter people sparkle on the surface
and all the bullshit they spit out to appear as perfect
you're beautiful in a way i cant explain
like the metallic taste of blood
the smell of cigarette smoke
a freezing snow storm
you're a supernova of sweet destruction
roses full of thorns
clothes with rips and holes
i start to feel my hands getting cold
every word that travels from your vocal cords
to the tip of your tongue
are real and raw
naked and bear
stripped and stampled
they're painfully true
served with the nicest of cutlery
coated in transparency
they rasp up my tongue and sting at my gums
i'm not used to swallowing this much honesty
people have been feeding me black lies
artificiality
chemical sweeteners
they showed me a shining fasade
i knew we are all flawed
but you showed me how hiding it is a fraud
there's too much sorrow out here on this floating rock in space
but its easier to tolerate
if you create a lesson out of the pain
your own mind is the opponent you have to face
tell yourself that its human to be scattered in parts
our burns and scars are what sculpt our hearts
the broken peices remind us to be kind
to not be blind to the pain left behind
to not inflict that pain upon others
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