love is the lie that keeps us alive.

to be born a sacrifice

your blood on the hands of your ancestors

soon that crimson is your home.

your feelings are metallic

your family rushes through your veins

and hope is a dream that keeps us afloat

no amount of loss can set you free

because you’ll always hold onto an empty faith

that everything will change

that your heart will one day truly beat for the first time.

the dirt i sleep on is my own

there is only water running underneath it

and it’s foolish to think no one knows me here

but i’ll breathe again

breathe as though i know myself

as though it’s all real after all

love taunts us with what we want

and we’ll leave it behind.