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I'm sick of being your door mat
i don’t want your spoiled worms
or your raunchy scabs.
i don’t want your half-gargled spit.
douse me in it,
call me naive;
tell me i’m your phoenix,
peel the skin off my back.
please lick my cuts clean,
please tell me you didn’t mean it.
don’t scold me when i whisper,
don’t sell me as your muse.
i don’t want your slits of crabgrass
or the fertilizer on your lawn.
i don’t want your hard-boiled compassion.
rip me open,
call me valentine;
tell me i’m your Natura,
bury me head first.
please kiss my knuckles one last time,
please tell me your sorry.
don’t scold me when i scream,
don’t denounce me as your bruise.
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