i'll give you my hand if you give me yours
use my scarred bartered skin to explore
textures and colours that pull you to my store
with promises of forevermore
i'll lend you my body like i have no return date
nothing is scarier than feeling inadequate
so i hope i won't be something you'll eventually hate
it's a fear that makes me unlock every gate
so i'll stitch your shirt with words that assert
exchange your body heat for my patterned hurt
you say there's nothing about me that's covert
you'll never see how much that burned
you returned me back to my shelf, falling apart
a buttonless sweater removed from your shopping cart
i'll tell myself that i'll find a way to restart
because i am nothing if not a thrifted heart
YOU ARE READING
here
Poéziaseasons change like how emotions evolve here's the start of the end of a story about a heart's default its full of loneliness and unknowing written by a girl who's feelings are still foregoing cover art design by @omgitsliza on insta
