dark violet bruises are [[blooming]]

underneath my kneecaps

& elbows

[a delicate paperwhite by my ankle]

& i tell my fractured heart

they grow from -->love<--

i don't water them

yet the continue to grow.

he says he didn't mean to.

& in my head i'm painting a picture

of how this world should be

it is not a carbon copy

& in this world

everything is fragile

& everything is too fake

[for me]

<3<3<3

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