Trigger warning: self-harm, blood, graphic description, cutting
How is it
That the only things that put me back together is your hugs
Or these
Neat,
Thin,
Red,
Lines?
Stripes that lend me endorphins;
Columns that align my life.
My breathing stills, my heart slows, and it all melts away.
Together.
I feel together when I’m with you, or in these moments,
Looking at these feelings,
Drawn across my body;
Some white,
Some red.
Hope this finds you well,
-L
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