he took my body and he crafted a home
he held together bones that wouldn't stick and somehow rebuilt the joints so they no longer popped under the weight of anxiety
he grabbed his hammer and hit deep into my chest until my heart knew he was present and he continued to press through until he exposed every bit of my ****** veins and in that moment he didn't run
he pushed himself further and further in until eventually he rebuilt new windows and walls, made a bedroom in my mind and decided to stay there, coming out with every smell of him and every melody that plays in ears designed to hear his name in crevices where nothing is whispered at all
slowly he cut into me with sharp words and melancholy tones until my body was transformed into a house of worship; into a god neither of us believe existed
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but most important, he took all the maps other people drew in me, all the memories engraved in my chest in my hips in my hands, all the ways in which people got lost and people got scared
and he burned them
he burned them so I could forget what a map looked like and learn what love feels like