Kissing your scars
Your beautiful memories,
trapped in thin lines across your shoulder.
You used a knife to cut them out,
and they flowed down your arm,
mingling and mixing with your beautiful blood,
red and bittersweet
and smelling of rust.
And you cry and scream,
but you can't escape yourself.
Mar 1, 2014
Mar 1, 2014 at 11:14 PM UTC
Kissing your scars
Your beautiful memories,
trapped in thin lines across your shoulder.
You used a knife to cut them out,
and they flowed down your arm,
mingling and mixing with your beautiful blood,
red and bittersweet
and smelling of rust.
And you cry and scream,
but you can't escape yourself.
