observations

we are all young.
we look at each other with
vulnerable eyes;
we hold innocent hands,
we kiss marred lips.
                        Bleeding,
we suffer for pretty girls
and rub unhappy fingers
over uneven wrists.
                       Crying,
we don’t tell secrets.
we keep them in our stomachs
and under our skin.

[from the pages of my real world notebook.  sorry for the time of no entries, i was in florida.
xx,
benign cloud chaser]