Sinking.

(more of a 2am rant than a poem- a little dramatic and unedited to fit how i was feeling)


If only i could artfully rest my scarred body in your arms
While you hold me, and tell me that we’re
okay. 
If only you could hold up my mask while the silver tears
roll slowly
Off my face.
I could sink into you.

She sinks into you,
Her nails dig into your arm,
Her lips pressed against yours.
You can be her shield, her mask.
And I could hold up your masquerade.

But instead i watch as you slowly fade 
and become brighter
As your inner colors show
And the you i had imagined
Wisps 
and
sinks away.

 

crisscross

NY

15 years old

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