maybe your hand does fit better in hers
and her wrists will be clean,
And the acid in her stomach will stay there.
her hands won’t shake while talking to your parents
and while you guys make love, she won’t cry because she had never felt so much love inside of her
and maybe her lungs won’t be stained black from cigarettes and
her veins won’t have alcohol running through them as much as mine did
hopefully, her bones will be stronger, and when she gets pushed down they won’t all shatter
and she will only be left with bruises and scratches on her knees