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Your love showed me, arms are not homes

You’ve taught me not to love with open palms,
your heart will always be worn on someone else’s feet;
I didn’t love with my palms open, I loved with my fingers spread,
the songs in my veins playing out loud.
 
I used to wear the planets like bracelets wrapped around my wrists
I loved like the winds strong breath tugging apart the strings of my kite-ribcage,
I loved like sharp wildflowers stuck to the roof of my mouth;
 
You taught me to love with fists squeezed shut, now I carry a tired tongue,
bones filled with lighter fluid,
but I won’t let you close enough to catch fire.
 
Your love showed me how winter is bitter,
and how I can not hide in quiet corners of meadows and still
keep my hands from feeling the stove top burns
your love showed me,
 
you always burn.
 
So I keep my spine enclosed in my skin
when my bones used to be
a crawl space for anyone who’s laughter
felt like home inside my mouth
Your love showed me
arms are not homes
 
and I will never love with the sky wrapped around my neck, running in the wind carrying the moon like a cape,
I will never love with my soul inside out,
I will never show the universe under my veins
 
I will never love the way you did
 
I will never love the way you didn’t.

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