I wish your memories were threads
Sewn through my skin
Your beautiful stitching
A make shift fix
But your memories are splinters
A dull ache
Hiding in the depths of my head
Splinters, you are a foreign object
My body in protest
You linger a reminder
Just behind my skin
You're always there
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 1:47 PM UTC
I wish your memories were threads
Sewn through my skin
Your beautiful stitching
A make shift fix
But your memories are splinters
A dull ache
Hiding in the depths of my head
Splinters, you are a foreign object
My body in protest
You linger a reminder
Just behind my skin
You're always there
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