hit me with it straight up
i'd rather not wait till we're crying on the floor
only to find that we're neither one hurting
hit me with it straight up
put the sorrows on the soundwaves
so we can see their shivers shake
hit me with it straight up
trying to scrub out the pure black sheet of ugly
it hangs between our faces even as it fades to grey
hit me with it straight up
as hearts and words and dangling modifiers unscramble
but love knows no grammar; our sentences stay choppy
hit me with it straight up
brace yourself for shattered patches
watch the broken recongeal to something scarred and new
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