sleeves

she likes that
i wear my heart
on my sleeve

the only part
of my broken that
still retains beauty
wheezing black blood
down my clothing
as i shuffle through
the world skinless
feeling everything
too deeply for my
oscillating mind
to fully comprehend
raised by liars
to vomit my truth
into the aether
just a tired fool
with too much time
to dwell on the things
i can never fix
repairing machinery
as a stop gap
to quell the dismay
of clever hands
and a mind just
deft enough to
perceive how tragically
flawed i truly am

she like that
i wear my heart
on my sleeve
i simply know
it belongs to her

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