I promised myself
that I would not be
the girl who writes
love poems
on the back of her palm,
as I scribbled three
simple words
on the inside cover
of a book,
and fell in love
with the way words were
born from graphite
and excess.
But I think
that when you fall in love
every poem is a little bit of
a love poem,
because when you have
so much of something
it's hard to store it
all in your rib cage,
so you bury little
pieces of it
in pen caps
and lined paper.
The girl who
wrote her first
poem
in a field lined with daisies
would resent time
for pushing her inside out
and into the girl with ink
smudged into the creases
in the skin behind her knuckles,
but I'm tired of
trying to breathe with
broken ribs.
that I would not be
the girl who writes
love poems
on the back of her palm,
as I scribbled three
simple words
on the inside cover
of a book,
and fell in love
with the way words were
born from graphite
and excess.
But I think
that when you fall in love
every poem is a little bit of
a love poem,
because when you have
so much of something
it's hard to store it
all in your rib cage,
so you bury little
pieces of it
in pen caps
and lined paper.
The girl who
wrote her first
poem
in a field lined with daisies
would resent time
for pushing her inside out
and into the girl with ink
smudged into the creases
in the skin behind her knuckles,
but I'm tired of
trying to breathe with
broken ribs.
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