Now look at this face
       Do you remember this smile?
           I wore it for you.

There's room for your every
Blade between my ribs.
I have a thousand other
Cheeks to turn when

You need to fling
Frustration from the channels
Of your heart's palms.
I can take all your punches.

I am a statue to your weathers.
I am the sound of handfulls of
Dirt and pebbles against an empty
Casket. I can take out my every

Nerve, my heart, my pain centre
And place it in a pocket; take it
All back out when you need to
Dillute your tears with mine

Over some matter that weighs
Heavy on the hearts of little
Girls playing with big boys; falling
From swings designed for

Denser bones and hands rough
From climbing. I am the teddy
Bear missing an eye and a limb,
Exposing stuffing through seams

Torn from being dragged over
Stairs and through sandboxes,
Always a thump behind little legs
That carry love for it, unequal to

Any.

Slipping through my hands
time in sand
my weary dreary eyes
connect the dots of lies
the tears i've cried over the years gather up into my heart
no one can handle my watery love
why is that what mostly i have been thinking of
it’s unusual when radically i was content with being alone
in nothing flat i never want to be at home
anticipating the time to come when being alone has shown  gratification.