The first time you left me
I drew you on my skin
With henna and paint
A darklined tribute to you
On the nut-brown tapestry of my skin
And it was a good ending.
But you came back a few years later
And i fell for you again
So much deeper than before, i knew i would not walk away from this
Whole
So when you left me once more
I drew you on my skin again
With knife and blade instead
The red lines looked beautiful
Against the death-grey of my skin.
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 1:42 PM UTC
The first time you left me
I drew you on my skin
With henna and paint
A darklined tribute to you
On the nut-brown tapestry of my skin
And it was a good ending.
But you came back a few years later
And i fell for you again
So much deeper than before, i knew i would not walk away from this
Whole
So when you left me once more
I drew you on my skin again
With knife and blade instead
The red lines looked beautiful
Against the death-grey of my skin.
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