Peeled.

11.09.2016

Your cover was too hard 

To break or shatter. 

Because you didn't want to make it easy, 

Not even for me. 

So patient, I'll be. 

Figuring out where to find the cracks 

from what the past had left behind.  

I wanna clean slate, 

But it's too tempting to not want to peel away... 

Each layer of broken trust, broken bonds...

That built a wall surrounding your heart. 

Privacy at its best, 

But I'll confess... 

I only want your mess 

If that's where we need to be 

To walk steadily, 

 Interlocking, 

to maintain some sort of balance 

Between genuinity and curiousity. 

So communication, 

I'll keep, 

To assure you I'm doing this piece by piece, 

so you can feel at peace... 

with me,  

as I peel off each of your stories to read and reread. 

As if I've found literature in a place I couldn't have ever imagined. 

Embedded in your skin 

That I only wanted to taste....

Once or twice, or maybe a 1000x. 

Every curve,  

Every core,

Every crevice, 

I'll explore. 

Of you whole, of your soul. 

Consistency, I'll seek. 

So that maybe one day, 

An arm's away... 

Better yet, c-l-o-s-e-r, we'll sit by the shore. 

Wrapped in each other's limbs 

While the sun sets, 

rays kissing our skin, 

reminding us to be forgiving... 

but not to believe in goodnights, 

Because this is only the beginning 

Of a girl whose story has been peeled,

by me, 

ever so gently.