And I read your poetry
And it's better than mine

Every word is like a suffocating tongue
both electric and breaking
holding a hostage heart
As you write of tears and stars and letters and carved words

I read them in daylight but in my head
I am under the covers by torchlight
neck crooked hearing for footsteps on the stairs

You curse freely and it makes me clench my teeth
how you could ever taint something so beautiful?
like an expensive vase on a fireplace wobbling and falling
crashing into pieces

Yet every piece is still beautiful and broken
And now I understand you