Jagged red lines where chemistry turned from paper scribbles to unplugged electricity
and the only marks I cared to count
splayed across your skin
rendered me useless.
This isn't geography;
people aren't maps
so
stop
searching
for permanence in temporary markers-
they call it pit stops for a reason
though
I keep finding people that can
conveniently
mend
flat souls.
// what they don't tell you in school //
Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 7:55 PM UTC
Jagged red lines where chemistry turned from paper scribbles to unplugged electricity
and the only marks I cared to count
splayed across your skin
rendered me useless.
This isn't geography;
people aren't maps
so
stop
searching
for permanence in temporary markers-
they call it pit stops for a reason
though
I keep finding people that can
conveniently
mend
flat souls.
// what they don't tell you in school //
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