the edge of your voice
used to cut all down my spine,
not drawing blood, but white bone
and it matched your grin.
sliced-open and exposed,
I learned to unravel
in a way that left me collected
and careful
and so you can take me apart
like a puzzle you never intend
on putting together again-
I'll concentrate on treading the line
between complacent and quiet
and when you finish,
I'll sew my smile back in place
and become someone new.
YOU ARE READING
open letters to no one
Poetrypoems I can't keep to myself. things to get off my chest with verbs, nouns, adjectives. life lessons I have no one to share with. texts I really should send but don't have the courage to. things I can't say aloud. in essence, words I want to scream...
