if it wasn’t for your mother


she was as fragile as the porcelain tiles
she laid on
crimson on her hands
rings on her neck
droplets on her face

As a child,you watched her get beaten
Everyday,the battery would sweeten

maybe that's why you allow yourself
to be exploited by your lover

Cause even though you're deteriorating,
you don't want to find another

i guess you want to lose yourself
the same way
You lost your mother.

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