Heart, repeat after me
I no longer need to be fucked as hard as the lies I told myself. Flesh slamming into flesh to prove I was impenetrable. I no longer need sweat and bruises to prove I am alive. I never jumped from city rooftops, fell into city lights. (I've realized)
The moon doesn't have to be full to for me to love it. Sharp scimitars can be loved, too.
Make love to me.
You make me feel (I am) better than the worst things I ever did. This is new to me, but don't slow down. Sting me. Push me to sting myself
If I am broken, rebreak me so I can stop growing at angles
Against and away from myself. Take from me so I can relearn how to give.
Fit your edges into mine.
Curl yourself into a question mark around me So I can't run away from my answers.
We were never beyond repair.
Inspired by Buddy Wakefield's "We Were Emergencies"













