Don’t ask.
You could but that makes u questioning me,
Which liars don’t enjoy.
Transitively you could call me out of my name.
Call me what I have done and not what I am,
But I am.
Myself still.
I cannot unbreak
Cannot unsee
Unfeel
Or unfuck
But I could love past.
Passed me like ghost over bloody door ways
Will my heartbreaks bear heavy on the back of my first son?
He wont look like you to anyone but me.
Passive is me.
My skin is more post it note
Permanent is postulate
I stood wishing for flesh in all this loneliness
And all this stress
Just wanted your chest
your breath
And your yes
I am the kind of lover who will make you beg me please
Physical and visceral and hard to wipe out of the blood
Punishment for the type of silence my love grows loudest in
Teach me to speak again.
Teach me honesty as new armor
I tried to fence truth away from you
Didn’t want you to be cut
With things I couldn’t explain
when the liar cant -
The holes start growing in the floor.
I have none of the usual greenery to plant here.
Just scabs I’ve been collecting
You used to chew on my cuts
Snack on my salted skin
Maybe because I could release the ocean
I am shell now
So press your ear
Hear me now.
