Marks That Faded
Memories that want to hold you back
Longer and sharper and drier
leaving behind red lines with every pass
with every warm-breathed kiss
under the heaviness of darkness
a little bruise, a scratch left behind
longer and sharper and drier
faith lost in a whimper
soft hair brushing past skin
alive in imagined starlight
a bite, a grasp at nothing
longer and sharper and drier
the nights that came after
memories keeping watch
over ever-deepening dreams
skin healed over, carrying none of the marks
longer and sharper and drier
are the scars left behind
thoughts only resurrected
in the dark, heart skipping
with every glimpse back
longer and sharper and drier
memories I sometimes wish I could regret
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