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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