Worn

The skin of my knee covered by frayed threads,
Barely hanging on.
You’ve left me hanging for months,
The occasional taste of you,
Keeping the edges of these wounds closed.

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Comfort

I laid my head on his chest this morning.
It was startling how uncomfortable it was,
How nothing fit the way I thought it would.
I longed for your heartbeat in my ear instead…

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Hunger

Twice, I craved you.
Twice, I fell in love with the taste of you.
You became my favorite flavor.
But society says you’re bad for me.

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Armor

Isn’t it silly, the way we cover ourselves in armor,
The way we carry shields across our hearts,
The way we expect our lovers to turn into enemies,
Instead of just promising each other not to take that first swing.

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Photograph

Someone opened the door to my darkroom,
Streams of light attacking the film I’d been so carefully preparing.
As I stared at ruined strips of plastic it hit me,
You and I were like a photograph.
Underdeveloped,
Overexposed.

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Desert

In a sprawling desert,
You’re my oasis.
I can see you from a mile away,
Distorted by the heat bearing down on me.

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Metaphors

You remind me of the moon.
Your heart is full of craters but your soul – your soul defies gravity.
You’re a glow I want to bask in.

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