You ask me my thoughts, but how do I tell you I've been considering all the different things I can break to create critical scars on beautiful veins ever since you took my favorite blade? You remember when we drank strawberry milk out of wine glasses? Or that time we walked in the rain, slowing instead of speeding up because rain doesn't wash anything away not skin or scars or secrets and how do I tell you that I don't love you, and that I really wanted to run that day? But instead I stare into ocean eyes, smile, and just tell you I'm lost
took this down awhile ago but decided to put it back up. thanks for reading.