You actually compared our relationship
To a dirty bedroom
And said your side
Was clean
And I believed you
So I went looking for the dirt
That I tracked in with my feet
And I found lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of things
Like how my sisters ignore me when I’m talking
And the orange bottles on my mom’s bathroom sink
And how the first guy who fucked me
He fucked me up really badly
So we decide that you shouldn’t touch me
And I found all these things right beneath my lungs
I found them there in meditation
You sat behind me while I sobbed
And afterwards you said “good job”
But I didn’t feel proud
Cause it’s just new dirt on the ground
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