Monday, August 27, 2012

You Read Me Beautifully

My skin is my diary
My teardrops are the words
My blood is the ink
That binds me to my pain

You run careful fingertips
Over fresh wounds
You feel my pain
Read it like a book
And still saw me the same:
A person
With shaking hands
And a wounded mind

My skin is my diary
A stone tablet
That lasted through time
Forever scarred
A semi-sacred text 
To me alone

Others would read me
And run
And scream
And have me locked away
But you,
You looked at me
And still saw me the same
And kissed me until
My tears ran away 

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