Mouthful of Forevers

I like it best when my mind is

in a bloodshed battle with my heart.

I like it best when I’m a little broken,

with bruised knuckles and happy pills.

After all, I like poetry more than therapy.

Poems never seem to judge my “wrong” ways.

– her

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