*opens window and screams* AM I MORE THAN YOUVE BARGAINED FOR YET I’VE BEEN DYING TO TELL YOU ANYTHING YOU WANT TO HEAR CAUSE THATS JUST WHO I AM THIS WEEK
You broke your wrist the first time we met,
grabbing out for my hand so fast that your knucklebones
cracked and your carpals shattered.
There was no blood, there was no bruising,
but there were the sharp slivers of your bone pressing
into my palm as you said “hold this,
don’t break it.”
And, oh, God, I could not understand,
for the life of me, why you did that. Why you cracked
your wristbones in two before slipping
our fingers together and saying “please do not,
please do not break these bones of mine.”
I could not break your bones –
You were shattered before I held you.
And I hate it.
There are still times when
I wake up and I can smell you
all over my skin.
I thought it was love
so I said my prayers and slept
in beds that weren’t mine
Majorly uncomfortable with fake love.
I didn’t know that bones could ache, and that my stomach could swallow itself whole
until you took me up, and dumped me by the side of the road, just like the trash that I am.
I kissed you so many times with vodka on your breath, that drinking doesn’t have the same effect on me anymore.
I know I didn’t love you, and I know you didn’t love me,
but we could have loved so deeply if only you had undressed your mind,
along with your body.
You left her, and came home to me,
but you locked yourself out and found yourself in the backseat
of her car.
It’s strange to know that your girlfriend stares at me and spits venom,
when it was I who lost,
and her who gained this so called “prize”.
There is no more shock because when you touched me,
it felt like I was struck by lightening.
There is no more shock
because I believe that you drained any amount of feeling that lived inside of me.
I didn’t know that bones could ache as if they were broken ten times over,
until I lost a game that I didn’t even know I was playing.
I didn’t know that bones could ache until I started feeling sick to my stomach and not knowing how to deal with it.
Until eyes started making me feel as if I was going to be sick,
and my innocence was found on a bathroom floor with bloody fingerprints.
I didn’t know that bones could ache until,