it’s not like I think it was meant to be this way our pasts are woven into tapestries our bruises look the same “she took a beating and so did you” I know. I felt it too the puddles of our footprints run together the winds that shaped you ground me to the dirt the rest of this journey was a blur but I remembered you “she took a beating and she’s beautiful” you’re the rarest thing I’ve ever loved you’re the purest thing in me the first time I saw you your story was rewritten in my eyes with the first note of your copper voice you took me and ever since I run blood red, heart, and all, I want nothing more than my hands in yours, for once it’s like you could love me without killing me too (I am used to teeth and claws they ate our hearts out, you and me, all this time, my face blood red, all blood, and all) it’s not fair of me to drag you back into this, and with my hand on my healing throat I will not say anything at all our pasts on leashes left on trees our bruises look the same (like sour galaxies, like stains, our skin blood red, stars, and all) you’re the purest thing I’ve ever loved, I love you (love you, love you, and all) in you I run blood red, heart, and all, and for once it doesn’t feel like dying with your hands on my busted knees I will not say anything at all “she took a beating and she left” (as well she should) someday I will let you go but we will run blood red, hearts, star-crossed, and all