Confessions
Give me a line.
I don’t know what to say anymore
and I feel so exposed after feeling
all your secrets anchor themselves
onto my spine. I can’t breathe
for fear of disturbing your
universe with my sound.
I don’t think I am supposed
to think like this but I want
bloody knuckles and broken
dishes. I want to rid myself
of everything unwanted- thoughts,
loyalties, pounds. I want to
slice straight to the heart
of things; fumbling for
sentences is such a
waste and I am
all too honest.
I don’t think I’m supposed
to behave like this but
I want to sleep in someone
else’s bed just to see what
it feels like. I want to be
kissed in ways that don’t
matter and loved in ways
that don’t make me want
to stay. I’m not saying I
want to leave but I want
to know what it feels like
to walk away. I’m afraid
to spend the rest of my
life in love with you
while you watch pretty
girls on a bright screen
and learn that there are
much better girls out
there than me.
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