Holding Hands with Self Deprecation

Our hands look like battlegrounds
From tightened grips
Breaking away
Clawing at sweaty
Bleeding hands

Pick up the dirt from the ground
Rub a clump
Into the open gash

It’s alright
As long as I can hold your hand
One more time
And maybe
Stop writing poetry
that sucks dick.

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