Would you stand beside me
And while I tried
To destroy myself
Would you be a voice
Protesting
Tell me why
There are so many men
Willing to pick up the pieces
But none
Placing their names upon them
You never saw the parts
That weren’t broken
You never were able to
Touch the unfucked
Untainted
Unbitter
Stuff
It’s always someone else’s
Damage
The dark stories
Belong
To the ones who had to
Swallow them
Always someone else’s
Demons
Someone else’s
Loss
Take the blame
Sometime
Instead of attempting
To take the weight
Off our skin
Years later
Scars don’t scrub off
Like fresh blood does
Tell your lovers
Not to bother
What’s broken is just fodder
Use it up
Before it consumes
Everything you’re made of