Wounds may heal, but the scars remain
You broke me like constellations to create a beautiful mess in the night sky
Plucked each feather slowly, until I realised I could no longer fly
Used the paint on your hands to create your greatest masterpiece
A canvas of black and blue. Your expertise
Moulded me to an image, sculpted by the sculptor
Then retouched the seams with pretty colours
I may show I'm strong and fearless like an iron cast
But inside I'm nothing more than an eccedentesiast
YOU ARE READING
Faded shades of black and blue
Poetry"I had it all, and watched it fall Yet loneliness is the only one that stayed through it all My one true constant, my only companion" A Short collection of poems I wrote, because marking my soul in ink is the only way to hold on to sanity.
