i am
delicate
barbed wire
twisted around
lungs
a drop of crimson
on virgin white
my heart is
sculpted
from plastic explosives
my lips
ignite the fuse
but the countdown
begins in earnest
when i feel
your breath
on my thigh
i am broken
bent
out of shape
from all the
sexual positions
practiced
and called
making love
i am the
grand sum
of scars
deep beneath
the surface
and
of your breath
on my earlobe
as i growl into
your neck
of your head
on my chest
my fingers
absently
stroking your back
of my lips
on your fingers
i am sad
sometimes
a deep heartsorrow
seems engraved
on my bones
i am not
a rescue
nor am i
a project
i am
a life changing
event
but i require
patience
because
i am not
always
okay
i can be
too much
or
not enough
in equal terms
i love
like an eight year old
with every cell
of my being
i need
like a teenager
with every
halted breath
but truly buried
in this accumulation
of pain
and sighs
i am
yours
this battered
heart
is
ours
and that feels right
Lol. I would never tall a soul
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i trust you.
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Such beautiful lines
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thank you, EC. that’s my shy response, when i don’t have words. shhh. don’t tell.
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