Three Hearts
Last night I cut three hearts into my leg, just below my right knee. It wasn’t self harm. I don’t feel the same way about them as I do my cuts. I don’t know how to explain it… my hearts are art, self harm is like anti-art, they’re designed to destroy.
My hearts are beautiful. They make me feel safe. They’re extremely shallow and won’t last long, but I don’t mind that. They reflect how I’ve been feeling now, not how I will be feeling in the years to come. Maybe some day I’ll get them tattooed on, just a thin, pale outline, but neater then they are now. Then again, maybe I won’t. Maybe by the time I can get them tattooed, I won’t need them anymore.
But for now, they’re staying.
Well, no getting rid of them now, really…
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I used to cut patterns, in order to scar (initials and other symbols). Dragging a needle through the skin is actually a good way to do it. But I’m most likely going to move to tattooes now. Ampris (not signed in, sorry)
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