15.
I took pen to skin,
ink sinking into my blank canvas.
It started out with reminders and doodles of hearts,
random phrases I heard on the street.
16.
I drew lines on my arms when I heard love die,
dashes on my legs when I held someone else's breath in my hands.
I marked ink on my stomach when I heard a giggle, shriek, or cry.
17.
I scribbled and scratched,
tracing the veins on my skin,
turning blue into red,
until no bare skin was left,
blank canvas no longer.
18.
Everything turned black.
I resurfaced a year older,
clean skin and soft hands.
Everything down to my toes, rubbed raw.
Everything down to my skin, bones, and veins, rubbed raw.
YOU ARE READING
Waves Don't Die
PoetryTitle alludes to Kanye West's song Waves. The world is full with stories-- it's hard not to get lost in them. Dedicated to Breanna706 and Aanokhi, thanks for pushing me to do this💕 love you guys
