the contour of my thoughts lie
jagged and bloodied
a heart misfit, never being able to fit
the contour of my tears
round and edged,
rolling of my cheek and leaving lines of pain across
the contour of my thighs
once unknown to all
became our dark secret, my source of guilt
the contour of my skin
no longer smooth from the layers
and layers that try so hard to heal
myself from me
and myself from me, between the contour lines i hide.
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 9:49 AM UTC
the contour of my thoughts lie
jagged and bloodied
a heart misfit, never being able to fit
the contour of my tears
round and edged,
rolling of my cheek and leaving lines of pain across
the contour of my thighs
once unknown to all
became our dark secret, my source of guilt
the contour of my skin
no longer smooth from the layers
and layers that try so hard to heal
myself from me
and myself from me, between the contour lines i hide.