fingerprints and camping trips
intense conversation
with her trembling lips. her baggage;
heavy, but she's "dealing with it."
her shoulders sag,
she holds her past
high above the overpass.
and I just want to grab her hand,
lead her to me
find a way to hold her pain.
she's still wearing that same sweater,
because it's long enough
to hide the scars.
and every motion; seemed forced
and unfocused.
a bag of bones painted
with a smile, but even paint
begins to crack.
so as she falls into pieces
I'll sweep her under the rug.
I'll continue to walk all over her.