Closure

wingedpiglets:

When you walked out
of my heart, you left
the door wide open.
I poured my soul out
on a paper plane
and chucked it through the
fragile frame,
hoping you’d read the words:
“Please come home.”

I sat for weeks, waiting for you
to close the gaping hole
you carelessly left;
for you to walk through and
apologize for letting the bugs in, you hadn’t meant to, it was a mistake.
but you never did,
so I got up and closed
the damn door myself.

It’s hard to settle for bits and pieces of someone you used to swallow whole.

how am i supposed to be okay with small talk when you used to live inside me?

My Name Never Really Fit On Your Lips Anyway.

Your grand plans
reflected in your irises but
your mind was never here
with me.

You only knew how to
listen with your ears, so
when I spoke with
my eyes, I could scream and still
not be heard.

Your hands were frantic–always
moving, always reaching, always
grabbing– for something in the future.
You zig-zagged across
stepping stones.

You wanted to crown everything
on your to-do list, and my name
was at the bottom. So
I will check myself off for you,
my dear, because
my name does not belong buried
at the base of your toy chest.

You Break It, You (Don’t) Buy It

I. She was a wide-eyed wonder with
a virgin neck of porcelain.
Her body did not know what it was like
to be dropped on the concrete.

II. You’d put her in your pocket
while you walked, wrapped
in bubble wrap and styrofoam, and
only exposed her
when you needed the time.
But you’d always wrap her up again;
you could never be too careful.

III. All this
wrapping and unwrapping has become
tedious, and your
fingerprints are fogging up her eyes
anyway, so maybe there’s
no point.

IV. You walk with her in your palm; swinging
your arms to
the rhythm of her breath.
She’s covered
in stickers and flower
thorns.

V. She slips from your fingers and
hits the ground.
Shards of her veins
explode on the pavement.
Her eyes glaze over–sticky
with your fingerprints.
Her neck is covered in
blossoming violets and roses
you willed to bloom with
your breath.
Her hands are
cold and cracked.

VI. She is too far
beyond repair,
and all you know how to do
is destroy.

VII.You step on her and
walk away.