Monday, January 19, 2009
I wanted to punch through the night but i couldnt make a fist
i broke bones
for you
just to sign
my cast
bone white plaster
decorated with your
purple pen
your name
carved into my arm
a heart dotted i
your name
first and last and
everything
shattered in three places they said
may never regain full movement
purple ink
heart dotted i
so many failed attempts
climbing trees
and jumping off swings
I will not fail you
shattered
skin bleeding but not to break
until that day
i walked into the street with
must have been
words in my head
and carving knife in hand
i remember tires squealing
the burning smell
of rubber
staring into a cotton candy
sky
the knife i used to carve
your
name
in the
tree
where we once
kissed
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