I want to write poems about a life that's not mine
with someone I haven't met
the kisses we haven't shared with the lights on or off
your insomnia that I slept right through
the time you pushed me and I fell against the closet door
and broke my arm
my fear that you would stop loving me at any moment
your thumbs wiping tears from under my eyes
the bruises up and down my thighs that you cried over
because you couldn't be there
how I knew you loved me so much it hurt sometimes
to look at me and
the way you whispered into my hair that you would never
leave me.

11/29/2011

Posted on 11/29/2011
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