If you could have
told me I was
a broken clock
that's right only twice a day
and those two times
weren't enough
after so many years
I would have
stopped trying
to ***** a sail
in the middle of you
trying to make you
a boat
to go to new places on
I would have realized
we were at a port
in a city
already underwater
forgotten by all but few
but a few that forgot
love is an anchor
that pulls you
to the depths
until
you are choking on words
and spitting out tears
when I cried
next to you
I licked
the salted water
off of my lip
you told me
it was beautiful
how I tasted my own tears
and I learned an argument
could end
if I became beautiful
but I wish I had been told
that beauty
wouldn't stop arguments
from beginning
because I did my makeup
and lost weight
then worried
the paint on my eyes would smudge
as tears came out
and didn't have
the same body to hold
when I fell into fetal position
you didn’t catch me
acting beautiful anymore
but caught me
putting on the act
of looking it
I wish I had known
the two times a day
that I would be right
would not be moments
but a second each