I want to scream your name but every time I see you I can't make a sound... at a certain point you recognizes the faces, just enough to be ashamed you said it would be our secret like long sleeves in the summer time (it will never go away) now you arm yourself with photographs testing your need for proof (I know now there is no way to keep this body safe from harm). dying flowers like the comfort of slow pain, I swear no one breaks quite like you.