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this is how I show my love













blame it on the doctor
blame it on the church
blame it on the school
blame it on the fire
the cleansing



so pry my face open
so you can look straight down my throat to my heart


see that fire
and try to deny its reality
you can't and neither can I


I can't help but vomit soot
and I can't help but feel ashamed when it happens
not to mention its awkwardness when soot covers my new shoes


so this is how I show it

and this is how I try to douse it straight to my liver
you'll have to pry open my belly to get a straight shot at that organ


blame anyone
blame anyone
blame the sea and clouds dancing and meadow vibrations and enemy soldiers and a fascination of ancient bombs not yet diffused
blame anyone's symphony
blame it on me



blame me