unbind yourself
loosen those knots
that cripple those breaths of violet
you issue from your lungs
undo the bow on your tongue
that leaves you high-strung over bad decisions
lousy loves
and tears that rust the heart for awhile
there is no pleasure in torture
especially when self-inflicted
scars can be beauty marks only
when one knows they've always been lovely in spite of
take those ropes away
from your tender wrists
and don't let your words become whips
beautiful masochist
the blurred lines between pain and pleasure
only become bold by the strength of your soul.
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