they own pieces of you I’ll never touch
impulsive moves, impulsive love
their reminders plain upon your skin, your heart, your tongue
what is it that you really want?
I fear I am too different
I wait in hesitation and old wounds
I say nothing but I’m splitting myself all the way through
with words of ambiguity and self hatred equally matched in their injury and abuse
am I left with the rest of you?
or are you giving me what they could not get to?
I wait in doubt and sorrow subdued
I say nothing but I’m cutting myself all the way through
with vague illusions and questions I cannot ask
each just as sharp as their counterpart
do you want this just as much as you did before?
or are you just seeing it through?
then I didn’t know any better
blind in love and all it’s tethers
but now the veil has come undone
I say nothing but uncertainty is the blade you gave
and it is
carving me
all the way
through
and I am unsure if knowing might be worse
but I am convinced that this love will die
if you can’t find a way to tell the truth
The Blood and the Bones is the pseudonym for a former lover of a US servicemember. Follow her here.
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