String me together

Knowing when to accept something offered... But not really offered because they aren't giving from their center. It plays on my fears and walls... Makes me recoil. I'll just wait...

I want someone who can string my scars together
And make beautiful music with their touch.

Knowing the chords and melody
Just by being still and breathing me in.
By tasting my scent, listening to the
soft murmurs of me and noticing
the almost imperceptible tells

I'll take intense, it's all I know anyway.
I don't quite know what to do with my essence
when we have to keep it superficial.
Somehow, I never learned the rules
to that version of the game.

This truth, of wanting and being,
is sure to leave me lonely but not alone.
Taking that in stride, waiting patiently
for those who know the music,
is quite alright with me.

Reviews

[Molly]

It takes a few times of reading and rereading out loud, but I enjoyed it greatly. The first two lines are magical, they really draw in the reader. The last stanza does tie up the whole idea of "what one is specifically looking for in someone may leave you lonely, but life goes on and you should still live it" quite nicely.

[Elleannatasha]

Is the structure of it the reason it needs to be re-read? Feedback is greatly appreciated as I am open to discussing form and structure here... Thank you for your words. :)

[Molly]

It might be the structure, just the flow makes the rereading somewhat mandatory to get through the second to last stanza. It makes sense, just these one stanza had such good imagery and flow that the transition may need a little work

[chicagogirlonce]

the form is just a tad rough but overall the words take you away

[chicagogirlonce]

this is stunning writing-all those scars wanting to be strung together-my soul is also covered in scars--I am also waiting for "those who know the music";;nice