I love her because she is the same kind of fucked up as me.
Because she just wants to be bitten and bruised
until she can’t feel her ex anymore.
I see something in her eyes sometimes,
I can’t put my finger on it
but it is familiar and I feel it in my gut
and I feel that her demons would sleep well with mine
if she could trust me enough to let them rest side by side.
She tries so hard to appear happy
but I think she is the saddest person I know
because her legs are decorated with scars
just like mine.
I saw her cry once
and I buried my face in her neck so she wouldn’t see me tear up
because I felt her pain in my bones, too.
I knew her before she was sad and mean
and she has resided in the back of my mind for years until recently
and now I want her so bad it hurts.
I love her
but I cannot tell her so.
Today I met a girl with the same molecule tattoo that I have in the same exact place.