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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…
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And to know how I would have loved you unconditionally and without limit when you had longed for just that…. to know this so completely is a burden I carry.. a knife in my heart. the blood & the bones
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love is a bulletand I am the targetit missesand yetstillI take the hitevery time the blood& the bones
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I think of youperched in disasterstanding patientlyeverlastingas I rocked the boatand brought us to stormsI sought outand stillyou calmly rode throughsteering us homeholding onto lovethat I always triedto drownto sinkto destroymy anchormy harborI never letmyself believeI deserved the blood& the bones
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there are gentle girls full of gracesmooth edges and stable groundpulled together so perfectlyhappily confined in a picket fencewhere adventure is quietand complacency is not viewed as dangerouscontent with more or maybe it’s lessI don’t knowand I may neverbecause there are those girlsand thenwell, thenthere is me the blood& the bones
The Blood & The Bones 