Writing my boundaries in cursive Break the labels Break the lines Don't think my body deserves this Needed to open my mind Maybe I'm a miscommiunincation Waiting for the right place to happen In an awkward conversation I start as I'm passing by Red lights Deeps breaths Static moments to reflect On every decision I've made up to this point Coming down hasn't hit me this hard before I let go of indirect quotes And loose ends who cut throats I used to shave with a straight edge Until I got cut I used to pray with my eyes closed Until I I opened them up Tied to the moral timeline Which good isn't enough? Like my mother's intention Bad seeds were planted in love Brake lights Deep breaths Static moments to reflect On every decision I've made up to this point Put the ashes on my forehead Don't think I ever meant it Put the ashes on my forehead Don't think I ever meant it Don't think I ever meant it Coming down hasn't hit me this hard before I let go of indirect quotes And loose ends who cut throats