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.