I wish I knew what it was that brought you to me.
Looking like a hurricane. Looking like a house on
Fire. Looking like a memory I can't quite place,
With the holes for eyes and the concrete for hands
Looking lovesick, looking hatesick, looking like
You could fold me in half but wouldn't, not when
I'm already so creased. Not when I've already
Dreamed you up, shoulders and everything.
I wish I knew why this all feels so secondhand.
Because I know you. And you know my name.
And when you say it, I hope it hurts. I hope it
Feels like a bruised foot. Like a lump in your
Throat. But here--here, my name is inevitable. And I am undone.
I am gaping wide, and I am thinking, God,
I wasn't supposed to be spiteful. I was supposed to be
Loveful. I was made for soft blue sheets
And that star by my bed that my sister gave me
And for the state of my dreams to mirror my hair.
Here I am thinking, God, I wish I knew why
Everything feels so terribly wrong,
And all so sudden, too. I am thinking my heart
Must be broken, except I can't quite
Figure out the culprit, or if there ever was one, or if
I was just made like this,
With a crack down my middle. With a vase for a heart.
A/N: i'm sorry this poem is so emo. and that i suck at titles. also all i could think about when i wrote the last stanza was the i was born with glass bones and paper skin meme and now i can't take this poem seriously. enjoy
