a watched *** never boils
and you stared at my every move
not knowing
that I would never bubble over
into the person
you hoped
me to be
for two weeks
I thought there was a baby
growing inside me
but instead
I was just late to understanding
how little you need me
and pregnant with the idea
that I could not live without you
my mother taught me
to never judge a book by its cover
but I forgot
that even the prettiest books
can have no literary value
the first (and only) time
you treated me
as your equal,
we were sitting outside
under the stars
and the moon,
which was ever so slightly
blue
my blessing
was not disguised
as a man that looked
and acted
like a mannequin
but rather
a crack in my heart
that took three years to make
and three months to fill
as it turns out,
I am a cloud
with skin made of silver
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 10:01 PM UTC
a watched *** never boils
and you stared at my every move
not knowing
that I would never bubble over
into the person
you hoped
me to be
for two weeks
I thought there was a baby
growing inside me
but instead
I was just late to understanding
how little you need me
and pregnant with the idea
that I could not live without you
my mother taught me
to never judge a book by its cover
but I forgot
that even the prettiest books
can have no literary value
the first (and only) time
you treated me
as your equal,
we were sitting outside
under the stars
and the moon,
which was ever so slightly
blue
my blessing
was not disguised
as a man that looked
and acted
like a mannequin
but rather
a crack in my heart
that took three years to make
and three months to fill
as it turns out,
I am a cloud
with skin made of silver
