the contour of my thoughts lie
jagged and bloodied
a heart misfit, never being able to fit

the contour of my tears
round and edged,
rolling of my cheek and leaving lines of pain across

the contour of my thighs
once unknown to all
became our dark secret, my source of guilt

the contour of my skin
no longer smooth from the layers
and layers that try so hard to heal
myself from me

and myself from me, between the contour lines i hide.