I let go of love and I lose all of its terrible weight

. . A n d t h e n I c a m e t o t h i n k o f h i m

Dear,
I have been you

You know he would kiss if
it would heal you

But I know
It will not heal
The kiss will only leave you in a fever of need
It will only leave you bruised and beautiful

I wear my bones
– my cover to uncover you
Because my bones are what I want him to think of
When he thinks of me,
again
I dislike my skin,
It’s too close to your heart

Dear,
It was not love
Because I can not
Bear it to be

It's that. . My arms are doors i can not close,
And I have held him