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War

There was a great war here, on the inside of my chest.
If you look close enough you can see every dull razor I ever took to untouched mid thigh flesh, Every meal I ever pretended to eat.
If you look long enough you will see all the writing on the walls, The reminders of the love I must hold for myself.

There was a great war here once, on the inside of my chest and through the space between my lungs, and it lasted Nineteen years.
If you look close enough you will see every piece of myself that I have kept tucked away, every little piece of hate that lives within my skin.

Sometimes, it is so hard to exist inside of a body that so many have left behind once before, A body that is being held together with nothing but bare bones and rope.
It is hard to believe that the war was even worth fighting for when the thing you fought over is the thing you hate the most.
It is so hard to exist in a living breathing reminder of all of the flaws, all of the love and all of the hate that they have all left behind.

Sometimes it is so hard to exist inside of this body that I can not bring myself to call home,
She is covered in razor kissed scars and stretch marks that stretch across my skin like lightning bolts raining down from the night sky,
And on nights like these, it is so hard to imagine that a war was fought over a body so broken as mine.
That a war was even worth fighting for.