If words crept up on you
As you lay silent but awake
I wonder what you'd say with them
And if you'd speak of me
Of the way I hold myself when I'm hurt
Arms wrapped around my ribcage
And how you wish your arms could take their place
And with all of your heart that nothing may ever harm me
And by what name would you call me
With my own or as the benefactor of yours
In cursive or in your sloppy print
That's scattered amongst my pockets
Would you love me in conceits and
In ways you'll never speak of me out loud
And if the words gave you their hearts like I did
Maybe you would at least take them
May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 1:27 PM UTC
If words crept up on you
As you lay silent but awake
I wonder what you'd say with them
And if you'd speak of me
Of the way I hold myself when I'm hurt
Arms wrapped around my ribcage
And how you wish your arms could take their place
And with all of your heart that nothing may ever harm me
And by what name would you call me
With my own or as the benefactor of yours
In cursive or in your sloppy print
That's scattered amongst my pockets
Would you love me in conceits and
In ways you'll never speak of me out loud
And if the words gave you their hearts like I did
Maybe you would at least take them
