Poems from B. A.
Across your skin is marks.
Across your heart are holes.
Across your eyes are tears.
Across your wrists are scars.
Across my mind is you.
As I recall,
the immense hate I felt...
was weak.
As you made me feel so confident.
I guess confidence doesn't last long,
when it's brought...
A figure of my imagination?
Or just a figure left to my imagination?
My eyes have traced you.
My voice has surrounded you.
My ears have heard your hate.
My hands have traced the hole you left in me.
My mouth...
I scream but you do not hear.
The words that you speak,
will remain on my skin.
As I reminisce on the feeling of joy,
that I hold no...