I wish I could be as numb as you
and take my womanhood off like a pair of skinny legs.
I wish I didn't feel so much.
I wish you knew you actually do too,
that we're more alike than you know,
& I care to admit.
We both sense our love would be deep and limitless
and our fall, a modern magic. . .
But you & I
we're broken.
And if we get too carried away
and lose control,
the fall could turn our shards
into nothing.
Sweet,
Sweet,
nothing.
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22 & Learning Poetry Collection: Curiously Beautiful
PoetryBeing vulnerable is one of the scariest things any human being can do; to unfasten the armor reinforced by a lifetime of difficult lessons, strip down to nothing but the fine curves of one's existence, and bare the scars of the soul in the sincerity...
