Coping

If I could,

I would nail these hands to the edges of stars.

I would sacrifice this body to the sky hoping to resurrect as

someone

spiteful enough

to not care

about you

anymore.

Staple me to a cross.

Pierce my side with a broken promise,

and I will bleed all the crippled reasons why you deserve one more chance.
You wanna know how I got these scars?

I ripped every last piece of you out of my smile.
I whispered you stardust.
I spoke you into sunflowers.
I dipped my hands in forever.

I touched you infinity;

treated you as if you were the last molecule of oxygen inside of a gas chamber.

I was good to you.
You wanna know how I got these scars?

I swallowed my pride;

it clawed it’s way out of my mouth.
If I could,

I would tie your arms to a daydream;

auction you off to my fondest memories.
See;

I wrote this poem in my own spinal fluid.

I put it on the backbone of a white flag,

so before you read it you’ll already know that I've given up.

I’ll just keep you here:

Shackled to the most important chapter of my life story,

pressed into the basement of my eyelids like liquid salvation

so I remember you:

handsome

with amazing underneath your wings

and a contagious smile,

you sexy fool.

You cracked hourglass

with sand spilling from behind your ribs;

you wasted my time.

How dare you linger on my lips,

and then kiss me..

like a stuttering apology with excuses stapled to the roof of your mouth.

I still remember you;

like a dream tattooed to the inner walls of a long term memory.

But some days,

I wonder if you existed at all..

And of course, you wanna know how I got these scars.
I got these scars the day I fell in love with you.
I landed face first.