i.
You say
I look like a twig
as if I should be ashamed
to be compared to a strong tree.
ii.
You hold my gelatin arm,
letting it hang,
laughing
that I am all skin and bones,
but aren't you, too?
iii.
You think I should come
with a caution label
explaining how to properly hold something
as breakable and fragile as glass.
iv.
You slink your arm around my waist,
dancing your fingertips over my protruding hip bones,
confessing it feels like it doesn't belong.
Why isn't it beautiful
a part of my vessel isn't
hidden?
v.
You are aghast when my ribcage
slightly shows, stretching my masked skin.
Why are you horrified
to see the very structure
protecting the ***** I love you with?
vi.
Twice the portions,
twice
the helping.
Will I always have to prove
I am anything, but
empty?
vii.
Last time I checked,
you were a skeleton, too.
Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 2:58 PM UTC
i.
You say
I look like a twig
as if I should be ashamed
to be compared to a strong tree.
ii.
You hold my gelatin arm,
letting it hang,
laughing
that I am all skin and bones,
but aren't you, too?
iii.
You think I should come
with a caution label
explaining how to properly hold something
as breakable and fragile as glass.
iv.
You slink your arm around my waist,
dancing your fingertips over my protruding hip bones,
confessing it feels like it doesn't belong.
Why isn't it beautiful
a part of my vessel isn't
hidden?
v.
You are aghast when my ribcage
slightly shows, stretching my masked skin.
Why are you horrified
to see the very structure
protecting the ***** I love you with?
vi.
Twice the portions,
twice
the helping.
Will I always have to prove
I am anything, but
empty?
vii.
Last time I checked,
you were a skeleton, too.
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