I’ve begun tracing the outline of every scratch I’ve left on your back
lover’s scratches are visible yes,
but I’m talking about the internal too…
how far over have you strained your spine trying to understand problems
that aren’t problems
What bruises have my heaving steps left under the clefts of your vertebrae?
you stay and you love me!!
a depressive codependent artist that hates people and lives in a cave built out of different masks painted polished, primed FOR THE WORLD TO SEE!!
sometimes I’m sure you wish you got to see them
but baby you get the face. the thigh. the firm but unsupported breasts.
the flaws the freckles, and never going to smile again face
the period pained pinch of brows
you get the tears, and the promised years of “I Am Trying”
and i am .
and you’re trying.
and we don’t have a cat or a kitchen table
but this is the best sandwich i have ever tasted, sitting on the floor
in front of the television
watching Adventure Time and coloring without being judged.