march twenty-fourth
i wonder if you'll ever notice the cuts on my lips, from my teeth and from my nails. i wonder if you'll ever notice the scratches up my skin. i wonder if you'll ever notice how my hands shake. i wonder if you'll ever notice how i can never breathe right in crowded places. i wonder if you'll ever notice that my collarbones are always littered with crescent half-moons. i wonder if you'll ever notice that my spine is always rigid, i wonder if you'll ever realize that i never calm down. i wonder if you'll realize that the twitch of my hand is me itching to do something. i wonder if you'll ever understand that my agitation to you is stemming from something horrible i can't control. i wonder if you'll ever really know.
i wonder if i'll ever really tell you.
xx
if i could fly,
samantha
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