Red String Of Fate- Annie.

Blood’s always been a sign of harm and suffering.

How does one make such a thing become a sign of love?

I never believed in fate nor predetermined lifes.

How does one make me feel as if it was meant to be?

Blood, a sharp line that infects what it touches.

How does one make the pain go away?

It flows on the skin and makes the pain seem bigger than it is.

How does one make me see it isn’t as bad?

When I met you my scars opened.

How does one make it feel normal?

I let my blood mark my skin and bring open wounds to light.

How does one stand and bandage each one while getting dirty?

I watched with fear as my blood mixed with yours.

How does one risk bleeding just to see another?

None of this was planned but I felt how my blood magnetized to yours.

We never had a string of fate but we had eachother.

We had our blood and scars and nothing more.

Something so raw and scary holding us together.

Something so raw and beautiful.

Our scars are beautiful.

We bled out and our blood connected.

A red string of blood.

Keeping us connected.

Rather than us waiting for fate we made our own path and everything fell in line.

We made our future and no rip of a thread could change that.

A red string of blood holding us together.

Stronger than any piece of thread.

Our blood and scars were meant to be held.

What I saw as disgusting became the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen because of you.