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Jan 2018
if you could learn to love
and if i could wake without the ghosts
of your fingers on my skin, then i guess
we could be alright someday.

we tasted poison on every pair of lips
weโ€™ve ever touched but it never
stopped us from kissing each stranger
that bothered to learn our names.

i met a man with a voice sweeter than candy
and i melted on his fingertips.
you pull apart every woman who tried
to hold you at night; weโ€™ve never felt safe
sleeping naked with the lights on.

there was supposed to be something
to sew our bodies back together,
because iโ€™ve never felt whole with
anyone elseโ€™s hands on me except yours.

you wear me inside out like a piece of art,
and the only act that i will ever call holy is
the kind i dream about,
where you remember
exactly how to make me implode.
Written by
mari  22/F/canada
(22/F/canada)   
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