"
Lately it’s been hard to live in my body.
My heart is full of skeletons. My palms
are bleeding from clinging to a love like
like the sharp edge of a knife.
But you kiss me like forgiveness. You
hold me like I’m hope. Like a promise to
leave more than scars. Your arms are gauze.
Loving you heals me.
"
My heart is full of skeletons. My palms
are bleeding from clinging to a love like
like the sharp edge of a knife.
hold me like I’m hope. Like a promise to
leave more than scars. Your arms are gauze.
Loving you heals me.
"
I wonder if you know yet that you’ll leave me. That you
are a child playing with matches and I have a paper body.
You will meet a girl with a softer voice and stronger arms and she
will not have violent secrets or an affection for red wine or eyes
that never stay dry. You will fall into her bed and I’ll go back
to spending Friday nights with boys who never learn my last name.
I have chased off every fool who has tried to sleep beside me
You think it’s romantic to fuck the girl who writes poems about you.
You think I’ll understand your sadness because I live inside my own.
But I will show up at your door at 2 am, wild-eyed and sleepless.
and try and find some semblance of peace in your breastbone
and you will not let me in. You will tell me to go home.
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1. I knew how it felt to love someone with a heart
like the sharp edge of a knife, but I still I pulled out
the whetstone
2. I wanted you to bend, wanted you small enough
to close my fist around. I wanted to be certain you
could never get away.
3. I knew there was someone else, but I started looking
through your pockets for proof I was wrong.
4. I threw a wine glass across the kitchen like a
fastball, we both stood and stared at the shattered
glass, proof that good people do terrible things.
5. I said “I love you” when I meant something much
more specific, I should have said “Please don’t leave
me, I’m afraid to sleep alone”
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like the sharp edge of a knife, but I still I pulled out
the whetstone
to close my fist around. I wanted to be certain you
could never get away.
through your pockets for proof I was wrong.
fastball, we both stood and stared at the shattered
glass, proof that good people do terrible things.
more specific, I should have said “Please don’t leave
me, I’m afraid to sleep alone”
