Stephy's poem is about self-harm, told through a quiet moment between two people who recognise themselves in each other. The speaker describes a boy who "liked to draw," but the drawing isn't on paper. The clues pile up: the bathroom late at night, the hidden "gallery," the need for a bandage "every now and again." Calling the scars drawings softens something painful, and it also shows how the boy hides it, as if it were something he could only call art.
The mood begins secretive and heavy, then turns tender at the river. The boy shows his scars and feels embarrassed, looking down at his shoes. The speaker answers by rolling up their own sleeves and whispering "I draw too." That last line is the emotional centre: the speaker has been describing someone else, but was really carrying the same secret. The ending feels less like a solution than like relief, two people finally not alone with it.