Tuesday, November 14, 2017

trouble with boys

Your trouble with boys 
hurts like white noise 
wash up on the concrete 
wake and rejoice 

Your trouble with boys
drowning you out 
blurring your colors 
to shadow and doubt

all your trouble with men
stings on the skin 
like a tattoo, begin
with beautiful sin 

i don’t know how to
step into view 
to sink or to swim
to reach out and touch you 

Your trouble with boys
it hurts like the sunrise
somebody’s sunset
somebody’s morning 

i used to know you 
i used to know how
to unearth a smile 
to see you somehow

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