but indifferent.
Careless,
but sad.
Both of us lost,
searching for where we truly belong.
Painting the world the color we see fit,
in a black and grey hue.
The scars on your wrist lined up,
steps to the dark depths of who you are.
Like the tracks on my arms,
when self-harm meant getting a fix.
I saw you and felt it,
the pain ran deep.
You had no clue,
but I already knew.
(After waiting for over 3 weeks for a photo of the subject of this poem, I finally chose a photo that really epitomizes who she was and is. Someone who was and is absent minded, but was truly engaging and beautiful inside and out. She is why I haven't posted in a while. Photo is still subject to change if she ever decides to appear again.)
