Secrets In My Skin

Stories, tales, troubles.

Written in lines.

Straight, jagged, diagonal.

Each line has a story.

Each one

A reason.

Not all are remembered.

Some with no direct

Surface meaning.

Some are tales

Of boredom.

Other tales

Of love and hurt.

Self-hate, mixed in

Being

A very prominent story.

Embedded in my skin

Are tales of my life.

Tell me, please tell,

Will you still love me?