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Smile With Me
Content Warning: Suicidal Ideation, Scars
I want to tell him
I want to splash it,
Splatter it in my own blood across every billboard
Like a flashing light on a lone island
If he knew,
If he just knew,
Wait.
What the hell am I talking about?
Why would I let him in to see my battered scars?
What purpose would it serve
To let the man I have loved for 8 years
Bring his hands against my stomach,
What do I expect him to do?
Feel the lines in my abdomen,
Like holes pierced far in the deep palms
Of mighty hands
Drag your guitar calloused fingers
Under my bra line,
One of many places no one checks for harm
My hair betrayed my first scars,
The thighs too overrated,
So let me pull you by the arm,
Lace my fingers through yours,
Swing your face to mine,
And bring my scars
Like pocket treasures,
To you with the enthusiasm
Of a naive and happy child
And please,
My dear
Try to smile with me.
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Lily Winter
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