skin leaves
traces of
love being made
i outline the
love bites
that once scattered upon
my body
my veins
zigzagged across
my corpse
outlining a struggle so beautiful
my blemished skin
was your notebook
empty to write
such tragic memories
i was your masterpiece
you were my artist
i miss the way
you made my body feel so complete
(b.d.s.)
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 6:03 PM UTC
skin leaves
traces of
love being made
i outline the
love bites
that once scattered upon
my body
my veins
zigzagged across
my corpse
outlining a struggle so beautiful
my blemished skin
was your notebook
empty to write
such tragic memories
i was your masterpiece
you were my artist
i miss the way
you made my body feel so complete
(b.d.s.)
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