In To You
Kiss me on the inside;
can you feel my heart
shake? Do your fingertips
read me like a Carpenter’s
reads wood?
could you re-build my life
in your shed? Re-paint
the years that have
chipped away at my
skin
do you have tools
that can mend souls?
souls that have escaped,
eloped with promises
telling you to hold
tight and wait
Wait.
You didn’t fix
the clock, did you?
The hands still
move too fast
instead of the beginning,
middle and end
you told my story
in a flick book
My childhood is
a paragraph, I was
young for a page
your hands are
hard but your heart
is harder
unflinching,
throwing out
the parts of me
you can’t fit
In
To
You
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