we no longer achieve
intimacy by
peeling off our
skin like the band aid
that will sting as it is torn away.
intimacy is the art
of feeling like a monument torn apart,
hoping no one will tear you down
to create a better
you.
i have become depressed-
repressing all the love i have to give
if only i could shed my shadows
and remember we are only flesh.
i don’t remember
how to be intimate.
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 2:17 PM UTC
we no longer achieve
intimacy by
peeling off our
skin like the band aid
that will sting as it is torn away.
intimacy is the art
of feeling like a monument torn apart,
hoping no one will tear you down
to create a better
you.
i have become depressed-
repressing all the love i have to give
if only i could shed my shadows
and remember we are only flesh.
i don’t remember
how to be intimate.
