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You are clean cotton doused in Windex the OCD mom the sam's club size bottles of hand sanitizer the peace the calm I am the glass window smeared with fingerprints industrial sharpie zig-zagged across a white wall I am battle cries across an open field I am the instant regret of a slammed door If you love me you can love the valley of flowers between my thighs but you can't be afraid of the blood and gore Sometimes I wonder if my skin is one solid calloused mass or layers of paint peeling away off of a house I wonder if as the paint on my shins chips away you can see the bruises from bike pedals I wonder if you can hear my painful shouts I wonder if you grab a hold of the layer covering my penal gland you can read a hardcover novel about my worry and doubt I wonder if you can see the jagged scars along my spine from every time I got friendly with somebody's knife I wonder if you can see the way I smiled through the spite shook hands with the same people who drove daggers through my spirits laughed when the rain fell the hardest and always hardest it might I know that you can love my best dressed persona my freshly brushed teeth But with my good hair days come the days I nearly rip it from my scalp Then there are days when I am completely in love with me I am a disproportional mess of history a collection of experiences that have begun to shape my existence I am not made of stone I am flesh and bone I am a heartbeat and lungs of persistence. I am clay in your hands, and I am at your fingers demand. There is music when you strum a guitar but it still holds importance when it is silent in it's stand Don't mistake my quiet for doubt I am trying my very best when I'm a river try being my drought Pull me closer don't shut me out You said our love could be a garden maybe we need is just a little more rain We've got the love part down Our kisses are roses touches are carnations There could be a petal for every ounce of our pain Our garden has been planted we just need some patience
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Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 1:19 PM UTC
The patience of gardening
You are clean cotton doused in Windex the OCD mom the sam's club size bottles of hand sanitizer the peace the calm I am the glass window smeared with fingerprints industrial sharpie zig-zagged across a white wall I am battle cries across an open field I am the instant regret of a slammed door If you love me you can love the valley of flowers between my thighs but you can't be afraid of the blood and gore Sometimes I wonder if my skin is one solid calloused mass or layers of paint peeling away off of a house I wonder if as the paint on my shins chips away you can see the bruises from bike pedals I wonder if you can hear my painful shouts I wonder if you grab a hold of the layer covering my penal gland you can read a hardcover novel about my worry and doubt I wonder if you can see the jagged scars along my spine from every time I got friendly with somebody's knife I wonder if you can see the way I smiled through the spite shook hands with the same people who drove daggers through my spirits laughed when the rain fell the hardest and always hardest it might I know that you can love my best dressed persona my freshly brushed teeth But with my good hair days come the days I nearly rip it from my scalp Then there are days when I am completely in love with me I am a disproportional mess of history a collection of experiences that have begun to shape my existence I am not made of stone I am flesh and bone I am a heartbeat and lungs of persistence. I am clay in your hands, and I am at your fingers demand. There is music when you strum a guitar but it still holds importance when it is silent in it's stand Don't mistake my quiet for doubt I am trying my very best when I'm a river try being my drought Pull me closer don't shut me out You said our love could be a garden maybe we need is just a little more rain We've got the love part down Our kisses are roses touches are carnations There could be a petal for every ounce of our pain Our garden has been planted we just need some patience
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Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 1:19 PM UTC
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