I crave the rawness in you.
The more of you that hides behind the rest of you.
The wall you tried to resurrect but I saw through,
Blistering and bubbling with truth.
I care about you only sick and awkward,
Broken and searching for more than what you were told you could have.
I want to see you only on your knees in the dark,
Swaying to the faint tune of your trauma in someone else’s mouth.
I want to watch you move in a sharp dance, shapes that only your bones could make,
Shifting towards the left, spine tangled,
But you know exactly where you’re headed.
Promise you’ll never leave.
Promise you’ll rip their shiny plastic off your rough, different colored skin,
Gulp fresh air into new lungs,
And infest everything around you.Filthy moss covering corners everyone forgot about,
But not you.
(Not me either.)
Crawl to my door.
Tell me you’ll never be new again.
Tell me every story you can think of,
And we’ll carve it into our arms and show everyone who comes over.
We’ll gnaw it into the streets,
Make the atmosphere us,
Saliva dripping down your cheeks.
That’s how you know.
We were here,
Honest and bleeding,
And we meant it.