The Poem on My Arms
Story of My Inadequacy
Destroy me
Drag empty nail beds
Down the dreamless white
Of my arms
Bleed me out
Unthinkable red
Like raspberry wine
On your lover's lips
Calling you
With eyeshadow secrets
Secrets I never learned
All whispered
In a language I do not speak
It pulls me down
To suffocate me
With my own inadequacies
My roadmap veins
Pale blue travelers
Beneath translucent skin
Wonder how close they are
To the surface
I trace them with my finger
Like a pen over paper
Sketch a picture of my own life
Wondering about the lifeblood underneath
When the picture isn't good enough
When my handwriting's not as pretty
As everyone else's
I throw away the pen
Try to erase the imperfect lines that I created
And I leave the pen
With all my words trapped inside it
Because when I write those words on my arms
To cover those pale blue veins
I'm ugly
If I press the pen too hard
If I tear the fragile paper
What comes through the rift in the broken sky
Little birds freed from open cages
Or the raspberry wine
As red as your lover's lips
I'm drowning now
In the sea of my inadequacies
The pen is all that's left
To save my life
So I'll take the pen
And write the words
Sketch the picture
Cover my pale blue veins
With my life story
Even if it's ugly
Even if my handwriting isn't beautiful
Even if it's inadequate
Even if it makes me worse
Because it's the only thing
That I have left
And if by chance
I tear the fragile paper
I hope its the little birds
Freed from their open cages
That come rushing through
The broken sky
And not the unthinkable red
Of the raspberry wine
On your lover's lips
About the Creator
A. R. Ambrosi
I like to write, if that makes me a writer, then rock on!
I started writing as a child because I ran out of stuff to read. So, I only write stuff that I like. If you like it too, awesome! Enjoy! ^_^
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