I shared a few cuts with her.
We have matching scars.
Only she was trapped behind physical Braille.
She wrote love on her arms
And carved hate in my brain.
While she contemplated bleeding,
I trembled in fear of death's eyes.
"What if she drowns?''
98.6 just grew colder.
The blood warm water she lay on only got colder.
The red lake filled to the brim of the horizon.
The solitude in her acts seemed to vanish
As all her bumps healed, and grew closer.
Fresh sents of blood stained her arm
And the tile around her
And the sharp edge that played like a pretty friend.
"This isn't the end."
She pleaded for another friend.
Another way to help her release
The feelings held inside her flesh.
She just wanted to let them out
so her self demolition grew worse.
Her heart was the last to grow colder.
One night,
She screamed for me.
But I wouldn't wake.
She bled
She cried.
She screamed louder than her voice could manage.
Wings poked through her skin.
White wings
The feathers were perfectly groomed.
Shiny and almost golden.
And she ascended.
She spread her wings
And as she rose to the gods
I came rushing in.
She said "don't be afraid anymore."
I reached for her arms
But the blood left no grip for Me.
She said. "Don't be afraid anymore."
I shot up in a sweat.
I couldnt breathe. I couldn't see.
Where the fuck am I.
-in the dark-
Tears creeped down my cheeks.
All I could think was "I hope she's okay"
I screamed for her,
But she never answered.
She drowned in her thoughts.
Wrote love on her arms.
And love on my heart.
Her scabs never had the chance to turn to scars.
She preferred solitude.
Pain to pretty.
She was beautiful and everyone saw it but her.
Those wings couldn't even compare to the structure of this statue.
I shared a few cuts with her.
Her scars matched mine.
Hers were on her arms.
Mine were on my heart.
She's my guardian angel.
And im not afraid anymore
