I wore you like a bruise today,
A dull reflection of the impact
That you left upon me, army of antibodies
Sought to reconstruct and redirect
Ruptures of veins inside me.
But what can blood provide me?
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I've edited and altered, pages on pages,
Left an ocean - crumbled, crammed, and bundled
A mass, a mountain on my little desk,
a rolling plane of paper balls, all doomed to fall,
Describing how you're not beside me.
How could words satisfy me?
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When all I have, when all I am are words
When all I have to give are syllables and synonyms,
what can I say that speak to gulfs
between your way and the glass inside me?
Why can't you be inside me?
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Why can't you be beside me? Why?
Why can't you hold and hide me? Why?
Why can't I lie and try to comfort you,
Why can't I be a home for you? Why?
Why can't I fake smiles for you? Why?
Why can't you say give hello to me?
Why? Please, just come home to me.
Love,
...
Mar
...Because my name is what I do...
Write a poem with the line " I wore you like a bruise"
and tag it #Writingfromthebones
Vaguely a response to From the Hammer, to the Chisel.
(c) 2013 Lawerence Hawkins - Send me pieces to review! A Prompt Review
