I reject how I feel

So you won’t know how easy it is to break me

But my scars turn into open wounds with the sound of your voice

As I bleed into your hands

You’re brown eyes look at me with confusion

Asking why I let you hold my blood

And not my secrets

The truth is it is safer that way

Blood cells could reproduce

Secrets cant be untold


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