poetry

you

1.5.16

your smile is stinging
like the razor that
i cut my skin with

your eyes are tough
like the rhino's skin
that you stared down

your skin is searing
like the molten lava
it was birthed from

your fingers are cracked
like the glass that
you punched

your soul is shredded
like the paper that
you delicately composed on

But your voice is soft
like clouds in a summer sky
like water from a childhood creek

your voice is soft
like the pillows that
you wake up on
next to me