Mourning Skies

Insides

unkind words have frayed the edges

Of your mind, you've hidden

You've tried to mend what little you have left

And I can admit I've tried as well

But there is no sense in mending you

When every living thing

Wants to read you like a book

They want to pick at your edges

Unravel the truth

Wipe away the access like eraser shavings

You are not in need of mending

They are fascinated by

The brilliant blue beneath your paper skin

The lines you so desperately tried to conceal

But no wandering eyes could avoid

The wicked slashes you embedded in yourself

Under your immaculate skin

They want to know what you hide

Spill your guts out to the floor

And leave you exposed

Bones tearing out of your flesh

With words they called you carved in

Like a couple would engrave their names

In a tree

There are burns and bruises inside your soul

Where those wrongfully touched you

And those who hurt you

Their message is clear

And all can see

You are exposed to it all

And although the eyes beat in like rough fists

And each glance makes you want

To rip yourself apart

From the inside out

But you must know that you have layers

That no being can access

They cannot fill their minds with judgment

And hate

They are you

And you are beauty

Every imperfection

And every retching word from their mouths

Means little to one as you

And your beautiful layers