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Do not treat me as if I am fragile When what I want What I need Is to feel you abruptly and without permission breaching my walls entering my soul leaving behind the shape of your fingers in the curves of me and the impact of your sex on my skin for days to come
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because they saidhe would bethe warriorin the gardenI sowed the seedsand I wateredand I waited but the man they sent home was a gardener no more so we wilted so we wasted away the blood& the bones
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I ripped the curtains from the wall and let the sun lick my wounds until purpose called my name … the sunlight laysupon memy skin a longing palesoon clarity arrivesarms open with promiseand an oathto hold meas happinessan old lovercalls againto make amendsfor it’s absencein winter’s bed the blood& the bones
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I will write about you even when I beg myself not to the blood & the bones
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He missed that life. The one that left dried blood under his fingernails and adrenaline pumping through him like lightening. And I was something like that for him. But now the blood would be mine and the feeling of control and violence would be doled out as needed. I was the soft place to land,
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Why am I here if it’s not to rip the dirt from the earth and your heart from your chest and the soul from these words? Why am I here if it’s not to live at breakneck speed with a need to endure with every inch of me? Why am I here and craving all
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You were so good at that Destroying things Ripping the life from them Then walking away So why should we have been any different? the blood & the bones
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then March brought sun on dayswhen rain still drownedthe depths of medampened, almost defeatedI straightened my backand found a placein the warmth of its raysI was paper thin and wearyyou could see so clearlylike glitter on the pavementall the placeslife had pierced mebut still I stoodagainst the endof winter’s windand held fast with hopefor spring’s
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then March brought sun on days when rain still drowned the depths of me damp and mostly defeated I straightened my back and found a place in its rays you could see so clearly like glitter on the pavement all the places life had pierced through me I was paper thin, perforated and weary but
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I want to belong to more than just the wind and temporary fantasies I want my feet to stand for long enough to leave impressions in the dirt and my shoes by your door I want the gold to wrap my finger And my name to go with yours I want love to never again
The Blood & The Bones 