lying here broken; fix me up.

summer of melancholy
stuck between my teeth.
sunburnt legs, unrequited emotions.
your grip like a hot furnace,
my skin melting into a glassy form.

(why ‘your’, it’s my poem isn’t it? my words frozen solid on the page—how dare you haunt me?)

shake my body dry
after swimming in a pool of your nothingness
i understand the word love
makes you quiver,
you make me want to shake all of you out like a wet dog.

(and it’s back to ‘you’ and only ‘i’ when it pertains to you. i live on the horizon of your greatness; i miss my own sunsets to watch yours.)

as they sit in a room
and turn into one,
i wonder if you hear my voice
bouncing off the walls.
i wonder if you’ve ever loved
something that did not touch you,
that could not offer a part of
themselves up for you,
but only came as it did.

shake my body free of you,
lean into the ‘me.’
come as i am,
leave with empty hands.
i am vacant
but i am unburdened.