My wrists still hurt from
the day you grabbed my arm
and my cuts opened up
underneath my sleeve.
I pulled away
but I didn't mention the pain
because how do you tell someone
who has never shed a drop of blood in
their life,
that every part of you is bleeding.
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 8:57 PM UTC
When you met me I was like broken glass
all along the floor.
You wanted to pick up my pieces
and put me back together.
I wasn’t ready, and my jagged edges
cut you along the way.
You wanted to see me happy.
So I let you in.
My mind couldn’t comprehend
someone like you
Loving me.
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 6:46 AM UTC
When I'm alone
I think of you
And make
little red lines
across my skin
one for each
time I thought
you didn't love me.
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 6:42 AM UTC