February 2, 2018

you tangle my veins and stain my bones indigo
fears and beauty marks scattered like falling stars
echoing over oceans and mountains and unknowing cities
messages lighting up a screen at midnight
stories and sorrows and secrets
little withered petals falling into pale hands
into a mind miles and miles away
edges that cut and a heart that beats
a soul that rests as uneasily as mine
blue eyes blood shot as they trace letters on a screen
sleepy and clumsy paragraphs at 2am

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