I never planned for my wrist to match
the color of my nails
nor did I expect myself to paint
the lungs of my own
my favorite shade of color
but like my father once said
when I was just a little girl
life goes on
one day my flesh will ly beneath
the ground you walk
and there will be little to no
memories left
of your name carved into my skin
or my blackened lungs
from the poison you taught me to love
it will all seem so distant
and one day
the existence of myself
will be nothing but a dream
to you and for I