I'm not sure I know
how to
tell you
that I feel the safest
when you wrap your arms
around
me like a scarf,
-- when I am able
to make your ribs into
a Fireman's coat:
much like the one
you remove after a long day's work.
You used
to make me feel fireproof,
but now I have found that
even those whose job
is meant to keep
alive a heart,
--beating--
can also **** it,
and you will never know
the entire extent
of how you killed mine.
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 4:52 AM UTC
I'm not sure I know
how to
tell you
that I feel the safest
when you wrap your arms
around
me like a scarf,
-- when I am able
to make your ribs into
a Fireman's coat:
much like the one
you remove after a long day's work.
You used
to make me feel fireproof,
but now I have found that
even those whose job
is meant to keep
alive a heart,
--beating--
can also **** it,
and you will never know
the entire extent
of how you killed mine.
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