For All The Innocent Things I Doubt

Everything you love kills you

Leaves cuts on your heart until your love can bleed

But, my blood is more metaphors than cells

So analogies come gushing out

In music I find solace, but

Music has a bad habit of talking to me

India Arie says she’s ready for love

I’m still to find such a certainty

In myself

– Kata

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