the skin we breath under

you are not the skin you breath under
you are not so simple
you are the uncontrollable laughter with your best friend at 2am on a school night
you are the hugs shared between family and loved ones
you are the smell of home when youve been away a while
you are the first kiss in the pouring rain in the middle of summer
you are the poetry you write and the music you play
you are the songs you sing to on a ten hour drive home from the person you love
you are the howls and cries you give to the glowing full moon
you are the ache in your chest when your heart shatters
you are the tears and makeup that stain your pillow
you are the numb sensation that engulfs your whole body
you are the drugs you smoke to feel again
you are the silent screams you make in the darkness of your bedroom
you are the blood that drips down your wrist and onto the bathroom tiles
you are the pills you take with a cheap bottle of whiskey
you are the hospital gown you wear after your first attempt
you are the beautiful gown you wear after your last attempt
you are the flowers that grow from the soil above your gorgeous face