things i was too scared to say in person (2)
I should have brought it up
When you asked if I was alright
In the back of your sisters car
Sweating it out in the parking garage
Sewing needle and ink
Poking a smile into my thigh
Inches away from where I used to
Poke scars into my skin
With a golden safety pin
Sharply in and pulling up
I hate needles
And I had forgotten how it felt
Until I let you
Create a happier permanence
There
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