I need you to forget that you are beautiful
and understand you are a stained glass sky.
Calculate the difference when you confetti the rain.
That stone you carry is a lame excuse for a heart.
Let me suck off all your sweetness
and I will teach you how to bruise right:
If you’re not spitting gravel
you haven’t fallen hard enough.
My skinned knees are all the proof
you’ll ever need.