just like the scars on my body you have been engraved deeply into my skin

- i know you in my marrow

He gets under my skin and his words run through my veins.
When I am cut his poetry pours out of my wounds.

There have been so many times that I wanted to tell you that army green makes your eyes pop, that the hushed tone of your voice makes my heart race, that the way you look at me turns the butterflies in my belly into ticking time bombs.

But how do you tell your best friend all these things without being denied? Without having to tell them you love them, without the fear of them not feeling the same way?

When you told me how many woman have let you nest between their legs, it broke me.

Not because it was a significantly high number but because I thought you were different.

My three was no match to your almost double digits.

I'm going to waste my breathe on you.
And I will continue to waste my breathe on you.
Because it will always be you that took all the air from my lungs.
And it was the best sensation that I had ever felt.

I was raised by a warrior who has suffered in blood.
Whose burdens became mine when water poured down his stone exterior, exposing his ocean-like interior that he tried so dearly to keep at bay.
Your pains are mine and I still hold them no matter how much my knees beg to tremble.