Because the spaces between These broken lines Sketched onto my skin and the Spaces within these ugly scars Cut into my back There lies a million words Left unsaid and shattered Tucked inside of a chest Buried into the folds In the darkest corners Of my messed up mind ... Oh how I wish I could give you the key To unlock it all ... Yet my fate Remains sealed Inside my clenched hands And within my quivering lips ...
(Part(s) of a long poem later used as an inspiration for a novel by RH... Btw still passive-aggressively avoiding a dear friend of mine although I'm sure that's exactly what she wants me to do...- If you read this well secrets are ****** up, your scars don't define you, and you deserve the world as much as you say I do- Happy Writing! ~BM)