Gently Curving Lines

There’s this girl, and she writes flowing words of poetry on her arms
hiding it from view and carving it out, with sharp razorblades.
but really she just wants the world to forget or
someone to care.
Then to write out her memoir, in an ink made up of her blood
and if anyone had asked her why, she’d have told them it was so she
Would never forget.

There’s this woman, and she wears pencil skirts and shirts with no sleeves
she worries about her life and the future, the same as you or I.
but really she just wants someone to notice the faint scars
covering her arms.
Because once way back when, they where her poetry
and if you asked her why, she would tell you it was so she
Could never forget.