Don't ever get used to the person you love
Be amazed every day at their hand in yours
There are bones in that hand, strong yet fragile bones
And they're wrapped around yours, your bones
Strong yet fragile
And you've had those same bones for a very long time
So long that you've grown used to them
You've grown with them
Because for a very long time they were all you had
But now they grip onto another hand
Another set of bones
And ohmygod they'rereallythere
In your hand
And you don't know these bones as well as you ignore your own
So marvel at them everyday
For as long as it's taken you to know your own
Because that hand full of bones is just a fraction of what you love

See how the snake coils
Crushing tender

The bones
Of your own skin.

~after watching a news feature about the identical twins, named Prince Gerald and Prince Carl, diagnosed with Osteogenesis Imperfecta, an inherited condition causing increased fragility of bone.

I stand still as you seep into the marrow of my bones,
and I watch as osteogenesis takes place.
You inflict emotional bruises,
And I push my fingers down on the purple and yellow you-shaped bruise on my heart.
As you put holes in the walls of my chest,
I feel the drywall settle in the pit of my stomach.
I should’ve acknowledged the warning signs,
the way you adopted jealousy and rage.
I dismissed the red flags,
as if I was colorblind.
I paid homage to your body,
underneath the sheets.
I was your ***** little secret,
hidden under lock and key.
I fell to the floor in tears,
Assuring myself that if I’m hurting this deeply, I must be loving so deeply.
You made the hurt a place I could live in comfortably.
You cut me into the shape of your past lover
with a double-edged sword.
As if their habits were my spinal cord.
This isn’t the man I know you to be, but I tilt my neck to the slightest degree in hopes that I can find remnants of him left in your silhouette.
I broke my toes,
Stepping on eggshells.
Constantly afraid to make the next move.