I'll show you the thick white lines
that are traced along my veins,
if you promise to still love me
in the morning.

Because I can't imagine
waking up one day without you,
but I can't think about hiding a secret
that's written all over my body either.

And I've been the only one
to bandage these wounds for so long,
but at the same time,
I'm the one that puts them there.

So please still love me in the morning,
and don't ever think you're the reason why
my wrists are sore.

You are the stitches
that bring me back together.

-k.w