a fraudulent zodiac

i dont know what to do
holding me back
like a girl whose two

i keep reading her poetry
and her telling stories to keep her from crying
to keep her from a boy whose lying
and turning over what shes fighting

i hope i made you feel more
i hope i made you heal
imagining crosses where the bruises were bore
and where the skin was barely torn

regardless, though
i cant help but to feel something lacking
like everything i went through today
somehow had no backing

and in a year, when i leave
it will just be a tiny mark
like those pretty scars
littering skeleton arms