Girlie, if you are reading this, On the 14th (Oh that dreaded number), A year after we started, They are going to take a peak Inside of me. You can guess what they'll see You've seen it too. The black tar building inside, Overriding my everything until It is some sort of dust. The slashslashslash of the scars And the sticky hatred And disbelief disguised as What can only be called walls. But will they see you there, Sleeping between my ribs And breathing in and out of My heart beat, Which hasn't been regular for six months? Are they going to see your Fingerprints in my throat From where I keep screaming Your name a little too loudly in My best and worst dreams? Will they see the warning lights And the color of your bed sheets? I'm convinced they are only Venturing into the darkness that is me To find the light that is you.