Every Day .
Did I leave you with the scent of my words
The kind you can’t wash off your skin
The ones you can’t un-see
In this dim world the stars tip there hat
Am I the light you secretly hold on too -
Was I the lost weapon hidden under your drawers .
I escape with lacerations -
I escape on the mend .
One thing is for sure
I can’t let you forget
Because every day remains the same
Here you are on my ribs I see your name
It’s the truth in blood
Coursing through your veins
Impossible to dis / spell
When souls that are one
Never - can be two.
It’s the kind of pain you enjoy
It’s the pain you hold on too
Because it’s the only way
I can’t lose
You .
-Amy Everett
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