Haven

Even though I had an open wound
blood draining from my chest
I was never asked if I was going to be okay
continuously let each of your flaws cut into my skin
crawling deep within my brittle weakness, you
even when there was nothing left of me to attach into your twines
always managed to tangle myself in the middle of your moral twisting storm
I was the shelter in the mess we always found ourselves in
the months pass and coat us with thick layers of consistency
your lies distort themselves like fickle tattoos deep within the many sheets I called your body
and with a swift trace of our life lines on stripped backbones
quick to reassure you with quite kisses that everything is as is
twisting my spine bringing me to your level
always conformed
to our own woven haven
or hell

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