striped lines
cross my fingertips
smearing all over my skin
ink running down
not on me,
no routine
no therapy can
repair
the thrilling distaste
so let me go
and don't run after
me again
it's all out
there's no more
i wrote outside of the words
colored outside of the lines
don't you want to see perfection
not on me, no routine
no therapy can repair
the thrilling distaste
so let me go and
don't run after me again
don't let the image get lost
unless you'll lose the outline
can't draw yourself out
erased permanently
ink running out
two pens clashed
and killed the children asleep
not on me, no routine
no therapy can repair
the thrilling distaste
so let me go and don't run
after me again
four fingers finished
six fingers neglected
smeared stains
a spitfire destroying the
drains.
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