I'm sorry if I resemble a sparrow
With a fear of flight
When I shield my abdomen
With apologetic arms.
As if my trembling elbows
Could avert your glances
Long enough to distract you
From your examination of
The inadequacy
That lay beneath.
I'm sorry if my fingers stumble
Upon yours when you
Glide them across
Skin that's already been
Rewarded in stripes
And metal kisses.
I only say sorry
Because If I could,
I'd place my regret
In a envelope
Addressed to your eyes,
Entitled the parts of me you
Dare not see.
The parts that make me
Me.
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 12:05 AM UTC
I'm sorry if I resemble a sparrow
With a fear of flight
When I shield my abdomen
With apologetic arms.
As if my trembling elbows
Could avert your glances
Long enough to distract you
From your examination of
The inadequacy
That lay beneath.
I'm sorry if my fingers stumble
Upon yours when you
Glide them across
Skin that's already been
Rewarded in stripes
And metal kisses.
I only say sorry
Because If I could,
I'd place my regret
In a envelope
Addressed to your eyes,
Entitled the parts of me you
Dare not see.
The parts that make me
Me.
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