The Blood & The Bones

they are merciful and delicate flowers
I am a fucking sledgehammer

and isn’t it true that most will almost always prefer
a palm full of soft petals
over a fistful of metal

the blood
& the bones

I cannot comprehend what it must be like to be so limited in depth and dimension, to be so predictable
but I suppose they cannot even begin to fathom what it is like to be someone as messed up as me