Leaking

It's short, angry and about love.

I snap my fingers when I walk,

It gives me the illusion that I'm moving forward;

That my body is something more that a bucket placed under a leak,

And that my pen is not just a straw that keeps me from overflowing.

You cut a hole in the roof.

I must've lost my dignity with all that water,

Because I still picked up the phone when it rang,

I wasn't even scared that you'd chip away at the spackle,

I was just scared that you'd hear my heartbeat through the receiver,

And be able to tell why I only read my poetry to strangers.

You're the reason I no longer wear anything on my sleeve, 

And nothing I write can decide if it's a sonnet or a tirade. 

I'm tired of being told I'm too young to know what love is,

Because no one would claim I'm too young to know what hatred is.

I'm tired of being told I'm too young to know what love is,

Because no one would claim I'm too young to die.

I'm tired of being told I'm too young to know what love is,

Because no one would claim that I don't snap my fingers when I walk. 

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[Emily B]

I don't know how young you are, but the words are worthy