my scars were reflected in the mist in your headlights i look like a neon zebra shaking rain off of stripes

i wear an elastic band around my wrist every day because it keeps me safe but safe from what i don't know

my mind is the most dangerous place of all because in my brain there are no stop signs and i'm stepping on the accelerator because it's like not a good look for me to actually care

so let's just keep things moving okay and like skip the formalities because i don't need to know you and you don't need to know me

i don't want to have to say anything and maybe i just want to be left alone to pick at my scabs and turn them into scars


whatever 

someone once told me if you touch the wings of a butterfly the oils from your skin are so heavy that the butterfly will no longer be able to fly so eventually it will die


let's pretend i never wrote this and that you never read it because it's all just bullshit