Like Paper

i am on the verge of tearstains

i am setting up house inside my head

a little house made of

books and words and blood memories

where i sit inside

slowly rocking myself sane

and you will never know

because i will walk and talk

my eyes will still glitter

like a bittersweet marionette

ill make all the right gestures

but this is a play i have already written

and you are playing your part

to perfection

acting like my voice doesn't waver

0r my expression doesn't slip

out of your fingertips

i just watch from inside

carving ruins onto my arms

i tried drinking the bar down

i tried folding myself into

someone else's skin

like the foolish man

who built his house on sinking sand

and on street corners lips mimic

these are the best times of your life

but my life feels too old

like i've been walking in this tar patch

longer than my life line stretches

my bones crack 

and the trees whisper secrets

that leave me winded

no one can coax me out now

my skin becomes paper

my veins the pen

ill bind myself up

nice and neat

writing the epilogue into skin.