sensitive souls

turn off the lights so darkness may smudge
your silhouette outlined against the sycamore and
i may not have to feel how vividly you leave
hoping the universe can forgive
the twelfth time i got it wrong

how i crashed into the echo of a changed mind
listening to ringback tones bleed out
silent phones and empty mailboxes
awaiting hardcover books sun-faded
music scores played yellow

go easy on this abandoned cactus heart
too grating for berceuse hands
empty it into the air your voice used to wrap around
wound it back into my chest and ask her to try again
how badly i didn’t want it to be like this

i smile and then cry about it afterwards
plead to forget the night you spoke about fragility
reprised with slow voices and hushed hands
spinning vulnerability so lyrical
i wanted to give you all my softness

letting me read to you all the
scriptures of a hopeful heart
praying it wouldn’t ricochet an epitaph
then finding myself on the synagogue floor, hating
that you proved me right

34 thoughts on “sensitive souls

  1. Woodsy says:

    This was never how I wanted to be,
    never where I thought it would lead me –
    beautiful though it felt sometimes,
    this delicate thing,
    whittled out of tears
    and vulnerability.
    I never thought it would shine so nastily,
    like a dirty fire
    under tender skin.
    I never thought it would leave me feeling so wrong,
    so meanly put together.

    But maybe that’s my calling –
    saying that

    (even from here… especially frim here)

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