Nov
22
2009
What it Couldn't
been there done that before
oh the damage we wore
it so fucking well
tight against our flesh
we became enmeshed
in our righteousness
we became our own killing jars
we clips and analyzed our wings
against the board of others colors
and collective sizes, comparison
misses such nuanced beauty
that our relationship navigated
uncharted course
in coarse correction deference and honor
i want to give it to you
forgiveness but
im secretly terrified of losing
myself once more
tethered i need to know i can
come back and not held against the measure of others
...the damage we wore well
tight against our skin
we loved and let it in....
engraved and enraged
with what it could do
(and what it couldn't)
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