pull the lump out of your throat
trace the scars
on your arms and your chest and
scream from the rooftops i am i am i am
draw stars on your arms and sob because
it feels like a knife
and sob because you're real and sob because you're fake and
pretend you like your thighs and
look me in the eyes and
tell me you see the color of your grandmas
wedding dress
and twist your ankle and
blame it on the dog eating your ribs
shout like a coyote and
i want you to say
you are you are you are you are
and trace the scars on your ribs and
recognize they love you,
like the stars in the sky
and the stars looked at you and they said
i love you i love you i love you i love you
and you cried.
-icarus
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an idiots guide to life; how to survive the badlands of wyoming
Poetrythe slightly deranged ramblings of a teenage trans guy living in wyoming there's no overarching theme but there sure is a lot of dogs, horses, and god(s) . i do not know what i am talking about 97% of the time mostly posted chronologically in order...
