boyscout

when the rain comes
all the words you’d written
soaked and broken
ink slurred by heaven’s sorrow

I look at you
wild eyes begging
“fix this”
and
press
the damp pages
under my shirt

you reach out
touch my cheek
not knowing this
version of me with hair
blowing wildly
eyes panicked and raw
wipe the rain from my face
as countless uncharted tears

“why?”
you mouth
but when evening comes
your words
inked
across my breasts

you remember.

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