every now and then
I would visit a girl who would draw on her skin with a pen
soon enough
under her sweater her arms were rough.
I'd always ask why she always wore a sweater
'oh just because of the weather'
one day I saw her scars
when we were studying the stars
and I lifted up my sleeve
'see, I want to leave too'
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aww I love this one so much tbh

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astronomy•poetry
Poesiethese poems are for the lonely, forgotten, the lost poets at three am, and everyone else in between cover credit: -sidjenkins