I hold my own heat still for you

there are things I don't like to admit to myself

like the way I lay here
my chest hurting when I grasp for your name

it's the weakness of my words
the way they slink out of my head
and wither down to the floor

I lead my thoughts into a graveyard
full of misplaced hopes and dreams
I keep my breath silent
begging with eyes that cannot reach you

there is something inside you I need
something hard and sharp and steady 
something piercing
catch a hold of what makes me free
and anchor it in your hands 
ground me in stone 
tie me down
I'm losing
I'm floating

I close my skin 
afraid to let the truth ruin me
or run along my body planting warnings
and stains

I exist in silhouettes
my depth is endless or 
absent

for you I would not fold
I would rip 
and along my edges 
I would taste you til my tongue
was tired
and began to

disintegrate

Reviews

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Emotional... This feels raw and gritty to me, in a good way. I like the way that you express your angst and the disquiet of your longing through sharp imagery and a somewhat choppy flow, which, to me, adds to the frenzied feel of the content. Having traveled this path, I have found that often the thing we are searching for in someone else, is actually something that we must find within ourselves first...this piece reminded me of this thought. Keep writing, I will keep reading.

[thespaceinmybed]

Thank you for your valuable feedback!

[K. Louis]

I read your words and feel I have been there..."I close my skin afraid to let the truth ruin me'...'I exist in silhouettes/my depth is endless or absent'.. and then those last few lines...wow! so glad you found me, so i could find you.

[thespaceinmybed]

thank you! I'm glad you found me :)

[John Phoenix Hutchinson..]

Powerfully emotive.....the words rip the page up as you read down it. I like!

[thespaceinmybed]

thanks so much! I'm glad you liked it