Wound Mates

Comfortable. this sweetly stinging gash; the reminder that we're still alive. but are you? say i need to feel to convince myself... i am not alone. how selfish. you are not alone now. why can't you read my mind? another assumption. why do you cry all the time? did your wounds re-open? no, they never healed. that would defeat the purpose. if you can't feel it, is it even real? i'm so tired of that question. i'll never tell. but, i'll always tell you everything i know about myself. won't you keep my secrets? you sure keep secrets so damn well. underneath our skin. the entrance we've hidden. sometimes i wonder if i'm the only one that's truly fallen in... and out... of us. i can't make myself enough. i'd lose you if i stitched it up. that's what you told me it'd be like. i've never seen a different side. i'm so used to your goodbyes. why do we even try? i can't say i do. i just need to be with you so we're never lonely. why are we still so lonely? clenching to the dream every time you hold me. but i'm told i could be anybody. to you. now would be an ironic timing to believe words as truths. take another shot at me. i'll take a shot at you. staying all but skin deep. not just passing through. like everybody else always seemed to do