conflict
the brown in your eyes
isn’t enough to cure
the breaking of this heart
maybe it was broken all along
(from the beginning,
when there was just me—
without a history)
as the battle in my brain
destroys my skin,
(marring it slowly with pink marks
like flags of countries
sickening bodies that have claimed me
i’m just a little girl)
the battle in my heart destroys you.
this fight is going to be a long one
its hard and i’m unrelenting
the sound of my last scream could be deafening
and a world without love would be sickening.
fight, please.