We use people as bandages, when one falls off we apply a fresh one.
To mend, to ease, to disguise the hurt that lies beaneath.
You use her in the dense air as your bodies rise and fall like ocean tides on an old, dirty mattress.
You can't look her in the eye...
If you do, you're afraid your mind will start to wander and begin to realize you were lost a long time ago.
You're alone for a reason
You're bitter for a reason
You walk down the street and you would never show it, but you're scared.
The world changes constantly, there is always something new or different or absent and one day what if its you.
You see a girl, thick makeup, scraggly hair, puffs of cigarette smoke escape her mouth.
You roll your eyes. But you didn't know that under her sleeves there are bandages to heal wounds the same as yours.
We all hurt for a reason.
Our flesh is nothing but scar tissue.
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