i trace my scars like maps
to a place i swore id never visit again
the whisper a language
but its only me who understands
it’s and invitation
so there i am
a storm inside the bottle on your neck
hoping the glass won’t crack
i say i am stronger than my shadows
but some nights i miss the shallow simplicity
of pain only i could control
i hope one day
i can live in hurt without needing to translate it to my own skin
i hope one day i forget this language