Atlas

Her words
My ego
Her unspoken fiction
Well behaved knotted futures
Whispered lies, and a bag of lullaby
Tears on my left handed cheek
Blood on my paint stained hand
I drew a silver lining between her hair
And my thoughts
Between her eyes
And my voice
She was only a teen
With a different spin
Ten thousand road maps are spread before us
Jotting words, and lies, and secrets, and fights
Her small figure, and her constant nosebleed
Are the keys to the locked portal
White wings attached to her back
She blurted it out
Inks, and winks
Pain, and trains
I chewed the bullet out
She was standing before me
Like a child
Asking to flee.