And you’re my Major Tom...
it was the inner scars that scared me. I could disregard the loud and obvious scars of the flesh. the track marked arms and the vertical slashes on your wrists. I could look through the concise descriptions of your life. the brilliance of your eyes seemed to drown out the blare of the warning signal inside.
"you look at me in disgust." you say and I search for the words to explain the foreign look of despair and worry. "You can't even stand to touch me." it's anger on your perfect lips formed in insecurity and scrutiny and...is that fear from the fearless.
It was easy to look away from the marks of the flesh. the bruises on your knees.
the bite marks on your breast. it was the inner scars that scared me.
the ones that told you to run. the scars that feed you, whilst you feed your demons
"face them," I say. "Don't chase them."
you look away from my gaze and your slender fingers tap nervously on the sideboard. You are lost In a world of your creation. I see the doom in your crinkled nose and raised brow.
"You're my ground control." I smile at it all through the reality of it all. I smile in despite of myself. "and you're my Major Tom."