good walls make good neighbors
do they make better you and I's?
something about you blinded
me,

i will tell you what peace and
strength are, without the
nights out and one too many

they used to say you were whipped
but you said you just liked my skin
the way i breathed, staying in and falling
asleep but

i don't think you did.

he is all pine and I am apple orchard

so maybe I do not belong, here nor
there, maybe I was never meant to
have roots for how often I was
meant to move,

I realize more and more  how
people will say *anything
or the right amount of nothing

good walls make good neighbors
and i tore all mine down, i shared myself
and he shared all them
we are not children anymore
and i am grateful for a few
drunken months if it meant
that's all it took--

i cannot be mad about the
girls you slept with
but I can about their
kisses spread across my
thighs, how I opened
up all the way thinking
it would solve something--

so I am shedding this skin
scrubbing away, I am not forgetting
just forgiving because I can't keep
reliving the conversation with a
silly little girl at chiles detailing
the morning after
with
you.