Disregard the misconceptions of hostility in the act of lying. It is just a mechanism brought to us first by Darwin. A bird nips at the soil, her beak raw from the tragic repetition of giving and giving.
I have this image of you holding a bloody heart, kind of sunken. When this girl needed help the most you tore out your heart to give it to her but her body rejected it and attacked it. It's a natural reaction, like allergies.
It was there where she left you,
Under Canada splayed upon the crucifix,
It was there where the titans fell,
Into the webbed palms of the
ravishing in sunlight.
in my breakaway,
in climbing vines
roots embedded in the crevices
of old worn stone
notice how they cling as they grow?
and suddenly i am just an infant
Your body, the cathedral, in which I am a nun.
I miss how your skin feels, the stained glass sorcery
that I am still decoding.
Senseless worship, I am blinded by my belief in you.
They harvested my heart, left with my
In the room of my life
Lay weathered books,
Snake-grasped phone cords,
And photos that stand next to their
Would-be frame if we ever actually finished
marshmallows cracked black
with gooey innards showing like majestic guts
sickly sweet and soft like a lullaby
drawing me in with the promise of joy
Did you know that, when you wrote me, I was made of papercuts
That I was ink and glue and wax but mostly, I was papercuts
Did you know that, when you read me, I am made of memories
Because that is love,
When my beaten wrinkled skin is still caressed by you,
And your gray smoky hair is my loving obsession.