February 13, 2011

I walk in the room,

Sit next to you,

And remain silent.

You ask

What's wrong,

But I don't answer.

I show you my arm,

Covered by mt jacket.

Blood already soaks through.

"Why are you bleeding?"

I just stare at the floor,

Leaning my head on your shoulder.

You help me up and take me backstage.

You take my jacket off and wash off my cut,

Bleeding generously.

You run to the nurse's office,

And leave me all alone.

When you come back,

You're carrying

Weird bandages.

You wrap up my wrist,

And trade me jackets.

You hug me close

And I hear your heartbeat,

Strong and soothing.

"Be more careful"

You tell me,

And we head to class.

My scar is still here,

A year later.

You're still my friend,

A year later.

A year later,

And I'm better.

A year later,

And my wounds have healed,

Leaving only scars;

Scars from the past

To remind me

To always be careful.

Author's Note

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