I know
I was not
The first
But I've been collecting your words
and tucking them
under
my
skin
Invisible tattooed promises
indescribable ink hieroglyphs
sun-bronzed and recognizable
only--
by your
two eyes
and when there's nothing
left to write
and you read me
left to right
remember how remarkable it was
that you marked me
without ever touching me
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Author:
Silk (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 14th, 2017 17:01
- Comment from author about the poem: This was in the thick of my abuse. He told me to write a love poem about him. I wrote this actually writing about the visible and invisible scars he was leaving on me.
- Category: Love
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Comments1
Very good write.
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