your scars like ink on paper skin
so fair - I can notice everything,
each little crease, each little line,
that even if you'd want to try
you couldn't hide.
like cracks in a gemstone
every scar, each broken bone
inside -
it's unfair and I can't stop wondering why
and if it's all just by design
or if it's by choice.
somehow when outside it was so cold
you used to paint me in nothing but warm tones,
silver turned to gold
and paper began to fold
to tiny little birds
chirping in your voice.
I'm confident in being insecure,
thinking so much and yet I'm not sure
and it took a while to realize
you're doing damn well to anesthetize
like alcohol to sterilize,
when I'm bleeding through -
yet at the same time,
and that's what makes it hard to revive:
you're the salt in my wound
and I am blessed and I am doomed.
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Another little piece I just recently wrote ~ I really hope you like it :)
and thanks so much for reading! <3 it means a lot ~ always
xo, Sð¹â¤ï¸