It lingers on my lips.
It's that hint of glass
That is there when we kiss.
I know that taste of broken
Cause I was born with it.
It was in my bloodline
And in my father's fists.
I remember to taste the trauma
Right where my lips have split
Any time they talk of healing
And trying to close this rift.
And I remember the taste of screaming
As I smear my old lipstick
With the back of the bruised hand
I wanted to hit back with.
I remember the taste of broken
And everything you did.
You made me out of scars
And I will never forget it.
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