you could fill a thousand books

with all the things you don't know about me

they could swallow you

and all your lost intentions

before you had a chance 

to become unsettling

what makes closeness so difficult

so horrible to stand

you look at me with open skin

willing to take in 

anything

sorry

no one ever taught me how to be 

that arrogant

I keep the heat of my scars 

buried beneath

a smooth body

I don't advertise 

my broken bits

I don't spread them on to canvas

to let the world judge 

and deem them

uninteresting

I don't share shame

I smother it

behind other names

like anger

resentment

hate

Reviews

[tressa]

i like this a lot. i was just thinking about one of your other poems the other day.

[thespaceinmybed]

thank you, that makes me feel good

[tressa]

i like the honesty, the simplicity. it was, my lips are broken that i was thinking about