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People 'round here only leave town
To be buried somewhere quieter.
I hope you understand why I run from them.

One day my life became a book
Written in a language I couldn't understand
And I'm still learning how to decipher
The pages I keep finding sprewn about in the dark.

If I truly am made from hollowed out bottles
You will be able to see through me
In just the right light.

I like the way the light reflects from your shattered heart,
Kaleidoscoping without repeating ablaze
At the edge of luminescence.

The only memories I seem to have
Are of how perfect you are,
And how perfect your hands felt on my bare skin,
And how perfect the heart you drew on my chest was,
And how perfect I felt when you told me
That I was perfect
Despite the fact that we both knew
It was a lie.

I curse at the rain
And all the miles in between us
And the way the silence seems to swell
Without your heartbeat to fill it.
I used to never get angry
But since you've left
I've been unfurling rage from my mouth
Like an endless magic scarf.
What am I supposed to do
With all this love in my chest?
Where am I supposed to put
All these poems that I wrote you?
I know the rubble at my feet says otherwise,
But I swear I have the capacity to be gentle,
Let me prove it.
I have been so many different people in my life
But I keep trying in vain
To find the one that you loved momentarily.
I want to be the storm raging in your ribcage,
I want to be the secret you can't keep to yourself,
I want to be the only shape that you pray to,
And I want you to tell me to breathe
So maybe I can find the breath that you've knocked from my lungs
So many poems ago.
Wrap your hands around my throat
And claim sanctuary like you mean it
So that this hell can become home to me once again.