Almost Poetic

Inked Clots

I cannot undress in front of you

I have scars that only blank pages can bear to behold

I am torn in places that only the lines on the pages of this book are equipped to fill

I cannot stand there and remove the metaphors and similes

for you to see the scars hidden underneath them

I cannot let you watch me bleed

while the ink has not dried up from my pen

My heart bleeds inked clots of thoughts only blank pages understand

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