Some times people leave marks on you,
Marks that never wash away.
Permanent marks.
You're here today.
You're back at the table.
Everything is the same.
Except....
Your smile.
Its gone.
Where did it go?
You're distant and cold,
I don't know what I did to you.
Or what you've done to me.
"You were in my dreams last night,"
I tell him.
it was more like a nightmare.
His head shifts from the window to me.
"Really,"
his expression bored.
"Yeah, you where trying to s a v e m e , "
His eyes widen at the words, s a v e m e .
My words are worthless to him.
Why does he even bother.
I'm like his little puppet.
He barely knows me but he still manages to control my each and every move.
My every breath.
My thoughts.
My heart beats.
One day those heartbeats will stop.
Then what?
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scars
Poetrythey say every atom in our bodies was once part of a star. Maybe when i leave scars on my skin, im not dying, maybe im going home.
