We used to take turns tearing down
each other's defences
like the last Christmas present or
an exit in a building fire
And when there was nothing
useful about our bodies except how
they fit against each other.
There are soldiers that don't deteriorate facing
bombshells and fire-grenades but
birthday parties and Saturday nights by the telly.
We could be two of them
Remember how you got when you
just needed something to
hurt
I was your push-pin doll.
Like how children
gouge the button-eyes and rip
the stuffing out of their teddy bears
*(but still fall asleep holding them closer than
their absentee parents)*
The truth is once,
I would have worn your bruises like
a necklace.
These days, I offer my heart up
on a platter and you don't even want
to spit on it.
All I can do now is will
my fingers to write poetry,
too cowardly
to even pick up the
phone.
Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 3:59 AM UTC
We used to take turns tearing down
each other's defences
like the last Christmas present or
an exit in a building fire
And when there was nothing
useful about our bodies except how
they fit against each other.
There are soldiers that don't deteriorate facing
bombshells and fire-grenades but
birthday parties and Saturday nights by the telly.
We could be two of them
Remember how you got when you
just needed something to
hurt
I was your push-pin doll.
Like how children
gouge the button-eyes and rip
the stuffing out of their teddy bears
*(but still fall asleep holding them closer than
their absentee parents)*
The truth is once,
I would have worn your bruises like
a necklace.
These days, I offer my heart up
on a platter and you don't even want
to spit on it.
All I can do now is will
my fingers to write poetry,
too cowardly
to even pick up the
phone.
Some people love better falling apart.
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