You stab your own heart
to make sure it will bleed
when others ***** you.

A slow crawl up the hill after our lovers' goodbye,
Just to reach the top and realize,
The view isn’t as great without you by my side.

If I peek under the bed,
And give the scary thing teeth,
Will it swallow me whole?
Or tell me a story?

My mighty moments made me mistakes,
Making miserable memories.
Minding my mouth means mending.
Mostly.

You’re my fever dream.
Sweat soaked sheets,
Aching hearts,
And sometime in the night, we break.

When the sea’s churn is endless,
And all comfort’s denied,
Let me live on this tongue,
And by its words die.

“I was a vessel from tempest.
I was your chance to transform.
Yet in the inky swells recess,
You still shied from a storm.”

No rough edge made smooth,
No dull thing made to shine.
Every ridge and harsh groove,
I own to be mine.

And to the mouth of the shell,
From whence I was spit,
I’ll parry this truth:
Some pearls aren’t worth ****.

The scariest thing,
That I wish I’d never done,
Was give you those words.