I have stamped myself into your memory
I can feel your fear
Pulsing in between the layers of my skin
marching around and getting comfortable
Oh you poor thing.
How they fed you to the vultures,
After you broke your arms to fit through a door that continued to shrink.
I know you collected your pain.
On Sraps of notebook paper
Tucked and yanked to and from your bookshelf
Black tar ink pressed aggressively on page
Mathematical patterns with your wrist
Tightened fingers spilling legible black tar
Your veins fill you with salt water
Arteries clogged with sand
There is an endless ocean inside of you
Something dark and deep and beautiful
“I like you too”
i think whats wrong with the world is that we are all to busy destroying ourselves to love one another