Witnessing the cracks

Next is a fortune, one is untouched of.
Will you always live like you are glue? Only used on paper with context clues?
On the surface it belongs, but you’re not stagnant when it comes to losing that tool to use.
Commitment bruised, so you wore sweatshirts when it wasn’t cold.
Long sleeves didn’t pull, you said.
My eyes traced to the scene of your prominent veins and I noticed then, deep in your skin, was the cracks.
It traced to the root of the heart.

Reviews

[Sofia Guerra]

This poem was great! Your rhyme scheme throughout was phenomenal, it really let the poem trickle off the tongue smoothly. And those final two lines gave me chills. I really enjoyed this one! Much love.