She is so good at burning down bridges
That I don’t know what to do with the singed rope
Hanging from my backbone
But thank goodness
She birthed a crash-lander
In the off chance she severs our last ties
Because if I pinch my vocal chords tight enough
They double as a rip-cord attached to a parachute
I got buried in my heart
This doesn’t feel so much like having the wind knocked out of me
As much as it does landing safely
It’s how she made me
Raised me to crash and live
I am broken bone-callous- heal
Knuckle-scar and broken tooth smile
And you made me
Like that one time
You let him make me
Place my hand on the car door frame
So he could smash my fingers in it
I don’t even remember what I did that day
So doing it again?
Probably I’ve done it
My hand used to hurt some nights like a memory
It takes long time to forget
How to phantom limb our trauma
Like we might learn from it
I am not perfect
Which is why they remain nameless
I have probably been guilty
Of doing the things I am accusing them of
Hurting people I love
But thank goodness
Nature is the kindest architect
And I am ready to rebuild
Jun 21, 2012
Jun 21, 2012 at 6:39 PM UTC
She is so good at burning down bridges
That I don’t know what to do with the singed rope
Hanging from my backbone
But thank goodness
She birthed a crash-lander
In the off chance she severs our last ties
Because if I pinch my vocal chords tight enough
They double as a rip-cord attached to a parachute
I got buried in my heart
This doesn’t feel so much like having the wind knocked out of me
As much as it does landing safely
It’s how she made me
Raised me to crash and live
I am broken bone-callous- heal
Knuckle-scar and broken tooth smile
And you made me
Like that one time
You let him make me
Place my hand on the car door frame
So he could smash my fingers in it
I don’t even remember what I did that day
So doing it again?
Probably I’ve done it
My hand used to hurt some nights like a memory
It takes long time to forget
How to phantom limb our trauma
Like we might learn from it
I am not perfect
Which is why they remain nameless
I have probably been guilty
Of doing the things I am accusing them of
Hurting people I love
But thank goodness
Nature is the kindest architect
And I am ready to rebuild
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