it is the monster inside of me that destroys you.
the dust between the cracks that dirties yourfeet.
tell me how to fix it, to fix me, fix you,
confessions don’t always take place onhard, wooden benches.
and forgiveness isn’t always signed in blood.
please understand,explain it to me.
after that, kiss me, and tell me it’s over.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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