reborn

the only mistake I ever made was giving benefits of doubt; letting hands get deeper in my chest, pulling out when they feel the shock that god likes to call love. given a gift they’re too scared to hold, that’s not my fault though, electrocutions soaring through veins like im a metal rod, too scared to touch, too scared to hold. molded too purely for the tainted to hold, so they all drop; they’re all getting dropped and I can’t blame myself anymore, your loss, your fault. handing benefits of doubt like my skin doesn’t burn every time I do. but there’s this wavelength that im floating on looking down they don’t see me up above though, like I said, not my fault. never really was. never really is. i’ll see them in the aftermath, until then though.