jenfyre
the old sewing needles rusted in my palms like redemption
and broken promises
they held me beautiful to the night as though there were nothing left
but tragedies to hold me
and I wake, still holding them like children in the bossom of broken
my body is a blister crusade of unintelligible surfaces
we move
shake
chant indifferent to the boring memoirs sent down from gods
forget me nots
pigeon toed burdens break me like spring time
hold my hand as I doubt.
and I will honor your subtle silence in these cavernous remedies to flesh.
your smell.
could not have been completed by those words
the spell cast upon my weary chin was dancing disbelief
hold me
touch the ides of breath
and bone
we all feel the fire beneath the skin
and i will not hold onto enough to loathe you. forgotten.
my mouth is a set of rusted train tracks
i have melted sensitive to enough wild eyes and broken sights
that there is nothing but fear to be pressed into flesh
can you tell me the dreams i have dreamt are impossible?
lost with the last state of impermanence allowed, i soldier on-unremarkable.
we are translucent serpentine creatures biding time until the next life
hold me to the moon
wage war on every ounce of blood and bone that ponders its weaker defenses
i wait, hold on. try and retrieve what has been lost/stolen/compromised
figure out what is left within the hour glass-and pray to me.
I knew you couldn't love me-men like you
Never do.
Intimidation, control, naïve sense of self value
Bought and sold like curtains-had nothing to hide but insecurities
Can you hold the next-the way you held me?
Lie to me, teach me what It means to betray
My heart cracking, a little more than it used to
When trust was never something I offered freely
Truth be told, I could have loved you.
I wished you would've paid closer attention.
Now, I'm just that crazy girl that wanted you, when no one ever knew
You the way I did-shut down, karma plays a new hand. Mine.
we splay ourselves lonesome over cold stone
as though the act itself creates the bravest form of inertia
hold onto what is warmth
starve for no less than gold
patience is humbled
mind is worn
remember that we are all beautiful in silence.
broken pages, waiting
wordsmith
the war is not over in my spine
we hear the humbling of heart beats
plain jane masochism is irrelevant in the meat glued impatiently to
the bone
hold me hard
and fast
pretend you never left me.