I can offer you my hand,
my impatient tentacles that will graze your thighs. Let them find us gasping in bathroom stalls and buses with our fingers sticky with greed, with eyes that see only dark corners and opportunity as we rendezvous on lover’s lane.
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My chest is a coffin for every secret
I am choosing to keep. I am burying
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I do not yearn for discoveries that lead me to the far ends of the earth.
I crave for adventures that lead me to the hidden corners of your heart.
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I am afraid that you will keep trying to open me up
only to find out what haunts me nightly.
I am afraid that you will only see how
I am composed of just trivial things like bones and muscle,
blood and sinew. I am afraid that you will wear out my heart
every time you make it beat beat beat
ninety six times every sixty seconds
when you’re around.
I am afraid.
Forgiveness is the art of sewing up your heart and pretending the scars aren’t there.
Bury me in 2 coffins for 2 halves of my heart.
One for the one I want to love forever,
and another for the one I never should’ve loved.
Bury me in 2 coffins for 2 halves of my heart. One for the one I want to love forever, and another for the one I never should’ve loved.