I still remember the day
I was just talking to you and your classmates
One of them took my hand and said,
"God, you've got such exposed veins."
And she said they were beautiful
I don't actually agree, but people rarely see beauty in me
So I let her look at my hand while I talked,
But then I felt her taking away my bracelets to stare better
And a little fear crossed my face,
I took my hand back and grabbed my own wrist,
And, for a second, my face was an open book,
Telling everyone that in that moment, everything was fine,
But it hasn't always been true.
STAI LEGGENDO
Fogli Sparsi e Pensieri Volanti
PoetryA quanto pare una storia sola non è bastata a placare le mi guerre interiori e tutti i miei demoni, quindi rieccomi qui. Perché chi sono io per lasciare che queste parole rimangano inespresse?
