familiar

        he used to wear bright colours of thread around his wrists. a few old, faded ones- others new. weren’t meant to be an accessory. hiding behind silly narratives. hiding what he didn’t want eyes to see.

scars.  a few old, faded ones- others new.

lines that his lover would trace. macabre marks he carved close together. the pills battled the demons. you never would’ve thought.

i wasn’t any different. eyes would always meet. didn’t need words to understand. you’d ask and i didn’t know how to lie. you already knew.

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