you're speaking with swords again
using vocabulary that you're not even trained in
speaking to me in languages you've never studied
because your tongue is your only weapon
and your larynx has an itchy trigger

and i stand here and take it because
i -- systematically, habitually, unintentionally -- love you
the same way that lungs love oxygen -- they don't
they need oxygen
they just don't know any better,

thus i'm enveloped and i'm exhausted and i'm endangered

i've been burnt so many times it's beginning to feel indigenous to my species

this humble, curious, adorable species
that has been burnt so many times my insides are almost coal
but don't worry baby,
that just means you can profit digging coal mines
and that just means there are diamonds inside me

but that means you're going to have to dig -- deep
deeper than you'll get if you continue to speak with swords

04/15/2008

Author's Note: your love is a knife fight.

Posted on 04/15/2008
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