dear ashley,
sometimes love is not enough.
sometimes you could cut me in half and
I would bleed the colors of your back alleyway
instead of the innocent china blue tiles
on your bathroom floor.
sometimes I just want to be diagnosed with some
incurable disease that would strip the
flesh from my pallid bones that have
sunken holes from too many boys and their
probing, venereal fingertips.
dear ashley,
you can never get tired of first kisses.
but after a while, you swear you’ve tasted that
brown sugary sweetness on somebody else’s lips
before you ever came in contact with his.
and then you realize that his palms have probably been
scraping against the mangled bodies of girls that
you do not know the names of,
when this whole time all you were thinking
was that you finally deserved to be held like this.
like you were porcelain,
like someone cared enough to cook you breakfast
on sunday mornings and let you cling
to them during the scary parts in movies.
and, like stardust encrusted under your nails,
you watch yourself wither away into the cracks
of his floorboards where it will remain out of sight
and away from people who don't really care.
dear ashley,
billy is in iraq .
the stress knots behind my shoulder blades
are growing in size because I don’t
even know when the hell I’ll see him again.
he is twenty years old and god,
that boy is so smart.
I pray that he will continue doing paperwork and
never have to go onto the battlefield.
but I know that prayers don’t really work
because god is usually busy saving someone else,
and atlas can only hold the weight of this universe
and all of its problems on his back for so long.
dear ashley,
we wake up next to the sun,
we breathe against the shoulders of ocean tides,
we collide with halley’s comet as she
leaves the stratosphere for bigger, better places.
we talk through song lyrics because
real words hurt too much and wish we
could be like a starfish and have the
potential to regenerate every single
body fiber they stole from us.
so I’ll send a little bit of sunshine your way
and maybe one day, we can take a
little walk on the wild side,
and god won’t let us fall too far from grace.
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