if you were gone who would i be
i made your shit a part of me
your hands no longer touch my face
but when i sleep i feel their weight
the bruises of body and soul
know violence has made me whole
in briefest pauses of the day
assuring me i have to stay
and when i rise i soon forget
the aching cut of my regret
illusions that the pain won't last
in busyness of each day passed
if you were gone who would i be
how could i join humanity
when who i am is now defined
by all that i must leave behind
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