I can still feel the hands dancing
And it hurts
Hurting hands punching my gut
From between my legs
But I know they're not yours
They're his
And I regret it because it wasn't you last
And yours didn't hurt
They fucking danced
And the scraping and pinching I feel it still
It keeps me awake
I'm so scared for little siblings to find out
What it's like
The feeling and replacing
Of those hurting hands and the living ones
Brother will realize that he can hurts
And love and dance
And sister will feel the hurting hands
A punch in the gut from between her legs
And brother won't know
Maybe not care
Because he's convinced it's all a game
That the girl is playing in her head
They'll find out and they will feel
Just like we do
And I'm scared because they're pure right now
And I don't want them to find out
All about the hurting hands
From the slaps in the face to punches in the gut
From the swift scrape of nails an accident or not
To the kick in the stomach and the knot in the throat that you can't swallow down
From the thoughts clawing in their heads
The hurting hands; let's lay them to bed
Because yours are loving and I need them bad.
YOU ARE READING
To you, from me
שיריםPoetry I wrote when you were on my mind and when it hurt to be alive. I'll love you always. From, me
