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i’m sick of the way you look me dead in the eye and say you do not want me. if there was a way i could curl up in the space behind your eyes just to figure out what, exactly, your brain is going on about, catch me hiking up the expanse of your cheekbones. i wouldn’t miss it for the world. thank you for making me laugh til my stomach hurts. i’ve been thinking about the way you touched my back for two weeks. i don’t know how to make you understand the way my heart opened all the doors to make room for you despite doing all i could to keep you out and the truth is, i'm past the point of being able to deny you anything. so build me up and break me down, take my hope and let it shatter, a vase on the kitchen tile. tell me you love me when we both know it's not in the way i want. tell me you'll stay when we both know you cannot do anything but leave. put your hand on my back again. but let me sing and kiss the broken pieces. let me try to forget that you ever even touched me. let me make myself believe i am better off.
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Jul 29, 2017
Jul 29, 2017 at 8:03 AM UTC
for daniel
i’m sick of the way you look me dead in the eye and say you do not want me. if there was a way i could curl up in the space behind your eyes just to figure out what, exactly, your brain is going on about, catch me hiking up the expanse of your cheekbones. i wouldn’t miss it for the world. thank you for making me laugh til my stomach hurts. i’ve been thinking about the way you touched my back for two weeks. i don’t know how to make you understand the way my heart opened all the doors to make room for you despite doing all i could to keep you out and the truth is, i'm past the point of being able to deny you anything. so build me up and break me down, take my hope and let it shatter, a vase on the kitchen tile. tell me you love me when we both know it's not in the way i want. tell me you'll stay when we both know you cannot do anything but leave. put your hand on my back again. but let me sing and kiss the broken pieces. let me try to forget that you ever even touched me. let me make myself believe i am better off.
dani-evelyn
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Jul 29, 2017
Jul 29, 2017 at 8:03 AM UTC
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