Aug 2013
I plucked words from your mouth like petals from a flower and let them settle in between my bones. So that when you stumble home with fire in your fists, your once-soft " I love you"s would soothe my aching skeleton from the inside out. But petals often wither, and their silk touch turns to dust, and these days you don't say "I love you" to replace the ones I've lost.
This is more fragment/prose/quick writing than a poem...I may use this or parts of it in another piece later or expand it. I just wanted to get your thoughts!
