If i express myself the way i would like to
It will be alright.
Because it is winter now
And with Winter, comes the excuse and need
To wear a warm, long sleeved shirt and jacket
Wherever you go.
So nobody will see
The artwork upon the middle of my arm
Nobody will take any notice
Of my nervous ticks
If the source of them is covered up.

It is Winter now.
It is Cold.

Mother is not home
She is more than two hours late
Mum is never home.

My arm is healed now.
Thats a good thing right?
There are no more angry red lines
There is no more itching
There aren't even traces of the scars.
I can wear short sleeves again.  

I swore it was a one time thing.
"Never again, you have my word",
I promised to the loved ones i had shown.

So why do i feel like
I want to paint my skin in red stripes once more?

we can grow our hair
I could paint your nails
I'll use your shirts
you can wear mine too
I'll comb your hair
you could kiss my lips
I just want you to stay
believe me when I say
I'll do anything to see your face
anything to hear your voice
I'll give you that side of the bed
I would wear your cologne if you allow it
do you want to try my perfume
should I wear your socks
will you come by
stay for a little while
stay the night
stay with me today
don't ever leave
I'll do anything


now I know
I'm feeling it

love is so hard

Homework looks at me
I really do not want to
... **** it. Tomorrow.