angel winged devil

how are my lines different from yours.

shame written across mine. the outside scar is visible to a blank eye but I see yours fully.

the red on my body is stained and I am scared to touch the end of the blade again. the human fault I fell into… you twisted and held against me for a way out.

but I stopped and you started.

white lined up waiting to be abused.

I can’t turn back to familiar page I liked re-reading so much. the goal you ran towards just for chemicals to absorb into a damaged soul. I want to pretend it was all real but I’m not sure which page was altered and which was the original copy.

whispers surround collisional thoughts and my text sits in silence

if its true and the drinks she gives you echo with pure joy then I wave my white flag with your white line.