When I showed you my
body
I put down my hair
for you
removed the
piercings
and let the studded
bracelets drop
to the floor...
You, the only one to
ever see me naked
of both my clothing
and my walls
saw Stephen
and realized that
Chase wasn't nearly as strong
as he looked.
You saw the slashing
patterns in the scars
that I told you were
from fights,
and you realized
they were only from fights
with tired old
demons...
you saw how my pale
skin looks strange
and unnatural
without the counterweight of darkness
achieved so easily
with black shirts and bandannas.
I was your other
half
your yin yang symbol
that disappeared
behind the white
backdrop of the world
when the dark parts
of me left –
I don't exist to you
anymore,
and I don't think I
care.
I have trouble
sleeping now
not because I miss
you
but because I don't
wash my mohawk out anymore,
and it's hard to lay
comfortably
with that row of
hard black spikes
glued up six inches
from my pale scalp
like barbed wire
around my prettiest dreams and thoughts
preventing them from
ever escaping
again.
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