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spiral
if you traced the map of my fingerprints, youd see the spiral of my existance.
the map of my life laid sprawled out in colourful visions,
the lines would eb and bow, crash into eachother and implode,
in bursts of red and mascara tears and aching bones.
youd find the walls of what i wouldnt quite call home,
theyd whisper stories of tears, of anger, of someone alone,
if you folowed the path a little further, your fingers tracing texture,
youd feel the ragged edges like blades on ur skin that begin to rupture.
youd feel the hiss of your breath and your heart stop then start,
youd get a sense of the fear and the pain in her heart.
if you followed that path youd see how lonely it went,
with her head in her hands and her energy spent,
she cared and she helped let her bones break for you,
if it took their pain she would break ache and bruise,
her thoughts spiralled faster then her feet would ever run,
memories haunted her and people tainted her, horrors taking turns...
tainted broken aching and used, would she ever get past the twisting path she knew,
if you follow my fingerprints youll see i was careful of what i touched,
afraid to break or hurt or turn it all to dust...
wished someone would show me the same care and leave me untouched untainted,
would give my heart some peace and my mind some space, just one day mot deflated,
if you traced my very existance in this world did i deserve it all?
or put here just to suffer, help you grow and ill take the fall.
