To Write Love on Her ArmsWe’re riding in the car like we always do, always on our way to somewhere else. I’m driving, passing highway sign after mile marker, counting the interstates until we get where we’re going.To Write Love on Her Arms
She’s asleep in the passenger seat, skin porcelain pale in the choked dawn sun. It’s streaming through the windowpane in flashes that mark time with the gaps in the trees, just a few hundred miles more.
Somehow I can’t see how this is a real thing, real like the way hearts break, but like floating up above here, just looking down into her beautiful face. I shake myself like it was only a dream, but he
To Write Love on her ArmsHe takes a marker from the floor Sits with her in silence She lets him take hold of her arms Extend them and opens the marker Touching it to the cool skin Words echoing out from the tipTo Write Love on her Arms
"To write love on her arms..." He traces each letter Traces each scar on her arms with his fingers "You don't have to go through it alone" On her fingers, on her palms
"You don't have to try so hard anymore" On the other side "You don't have to hurt yourself anymore" As he continues up her wrist And looks her in the eye
She looks down as he cont
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There are times when the darkness engulfs me and I see no hope...no light. Then I am alone until someone eventually shows up.
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