#sleeves
I got a piece of my soul
Stuck on your ruffled sleeves
Can I pry them off
I'll try not to let our skins touch
Cause I too am trying to forget
The warmth that I've felt
Aug 11, 2025
Aug 11, 2025 at 11:41 AM UTC
By playing hatred for attention
the ones who need it are ignored.
Drip
Drip
Drip
Shaking, fidgeting
tape around cotton *****
red seeping through my shirt sleeve
They're going to see what I did
What I've become
What I always was inside.
It's no one's fault but my own
. . .
But they don't give a ****
Mar 9, 2020
Mar 9, 2020 at 8:23 AM UTC
I see you
You’re the girl who’s too put together
For what her heart feels
For what her arms scream
You wear band aid sleeves
Your lips spill out lies
But I can see past
Band aid blinds
It’s your little secret
That kills you inside
No one knows how deep those cuts go
Deeper than your skin
You must be in agony
There’s a monster clawing at your heart
And no one else seems to care
You feel you’re bleeding out
In front of them all
And no one says a word
You must be so frustrated
Seeing your own hands cut your skin
When no one around you needs
To destroy their body
Just to get through the day
You wish you could rip off the band aids
And let them drink in your brokenness
But you never do
My friend, I want to tell you
Everything will be okay
But you’re the only one
Who can make that promise
All I can do is tell you
I see your cuts
Because I had them too
And I thought it would never get better
But I was wrong
I hope more than anything
That someday your cuts will
Turn white just like mine
And you’ll wear short sleeves
And not be ashamed
And that one day you’ll see past someone’s
Band aid blinds
And tell them your story
Of how you thought your pain would last forever
But in the end
It didn’t
Dec 16, 2019
Dec 16, 2019 at 4:16 PM UTC
I wear my heart on my sleeves.
As in the cuts that bleed.
Where everyone can see that I´m damaged.
How I´m broken,
ruined,
to pieces.
One can never fully recover.
As my cuts turn to scars,
my sleeves will still,
never be the same.
As the same for my heart.
Apr 28, 2019
Apr 28, 2019 at 2:27 PM UTC
So tired, she thought it best
to wear her heart on her sleeves
and get things off her chest
Ignored a notion misconceived
that living like an open book
would only make her more naive
She said...
If they simply take another look
they'll see a clear transparency
and maybe, just maybe, let me off the hook
Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 11:22 AM UTC
Funny how after all these years
I can still smell you on my sleeves
The scent lingers
It's like you never left.
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 9:44 AM UTC
are
my tears
mock me
again
grindersedges
for your skin
wool
man
pipping stars
watch them hatch
stone glaciers
keep calming
me back
?
...
..
.
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 7:59 AM UTC
she dreamed
through me
my love
tumbles
here
am
i
here
i
am
catch me
22
ways to die
i love you more than that
i need you more than that
to tell me
of
my
needs
whisper
to
me
kiss my neck
intangle me
within
you
here
i
am
again
again
here
we
are
always
more than
we seemed
or
so
she dreamed
?
...
..
.
Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 11:43 AM UTC
sew
sewn
sewing
stiches
stitched
to my sleeves
tears soaking
simplicity
magnify
times
me
in
i
find myself
me'ing me
perfectly
time hurdles another fence
passport in hand bus stop timed
frequently flown boot soles
composite toed mistletoe
kiss me rosey cheeks
love me dearly
love me
most
love
me
ghosts
learning to sew
?
...
..
.
Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 11:22 AM UTC
white sleeves slipping over her wrists
just a little too big
just a little too
empty.
Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 6:24 PM UTC
I roll up my sleeves
just like you have asked.
Around those who might
understand.
I show the baby scars,
a checkerboard of tan and pink.
A forearm wearing a heart.
Please watch my face for emotions
as I watch yours react.
I'll see you accept or reject
the girl wearing this broken body.
Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 9:18 PM UTC
If you look at what I wear,
would you think I have a problem?
Flowing skirts over colorful tights,
fashion shoes and non-matching belts,
leather jackets with layered shirts,
purple hair and bright blue eyes.
My appearance screams confidence, character, joy.
What if you see instead of look?
Not a day goes by without long sleeves.
No shorts or skirts above the knee unless they cover tights.
Never crop tops or low cut pants.
I hide myself in confident clothes
so you can’t see the opposite truth.
Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 11:47 PM UTC
A lifelong amount of moments to a matter of seconds in my head, a few drops of liquid in my brain that could have erased all of the miserable feelings in my uneasy gut.
You used to always roll my sleeves up for me, but now my sweaters are in the closet and they're catching dust.
And now winter is coming, but I would have worn them for you in the summer.
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 7:24 PM UTC
Do you even bother
To look for the signs?
I play my music louder
These days
I don't listen
For joy
But to drown
The world out
I'm never without long sleeves
These days
I don't wear them
For warmth
But to protect
My secrets
I feel ill more often
These days
I don't feel sick
Because of a physical illness
But a
Mental one
There are thousands of signs
That I am dying
Yet you never notice
Do you even bother to look?
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 9:53 PM UTC
I'm sick of hanging
sweaters on clothes lines
where the sleeves,
stained blood red,
are visible to the rest of the world.
Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 12:06 AM UTC
Old and frayed are those sleeves.
From the many tricks
that have been worn upon,
and then
washed from them.
They have seen better days,
And have lost their vibrance
From careless machine washes.
But there could be a few more
Hearts left up those sleeves.
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 8:40 PM UTC
We walk through life
Mostly strife
Some find suicide
While others
Cut their thighs
So many questions
One should ask
But never
Ever
Start with
Why
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 10:13 AM UTC
My wrists still hurt from
the day you grabbed my arm
and my cuts opened up
underneath my sleeve.
I pulled away
but I didn't mention the pain
because how do you tell someone
who has never shed a drop of blood in
their life,
that every part of you is bleeding.
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 2:14 PM UTC