Bruised elbows and beating hearts

See I often hold my hand with my guilt and dance to often with shame and shimmer in the embers of destruction of myself

I am Rome ,

You can call me Pompeii

The way I ruin everything

I am a volcano

I bottle up my feelings

There I go exploding

Burning everything down

In my path

There I go again

I was built on ruins

Oh didn’t know I am use to people trying to tear me down .....

The wages you war never scarred me ....

~ my lips taste like rubble ~