IT'S NOT YOU IT'S ME
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IT’S NOT YOU IT’S ME When we met, I told you I was a vagrant drifter

IT'S NOT YOU IT'S ME

When we met, I told you I was a vagrant drifter

that liked to stand on the edge of cliffs and play catch with the wind

until it heaves me over the tip

and you were the ice and the razor-edged rocks I would land on.

I know that you are not about poetry

that you can't see the wreck between my ribs or the jagged

edges of my heart when I talk to you.

I know that you don't understand that my bones aren't made of barbed wire like yours are

and if you let me unfold in front of you, I am going to turn you into a bandage

I will use to heal up old wounds but make new ones.

I have taught myself

to be reckless in an attempt to avoid feeling weak

But there is glass where my limbs should be

and they will break if you hold them too tightly.

I am not like most people.

When we met, I thought I could crack you like an eggshell

until everything that you were too afraid to tell me would spill out like yolk

but you cracked me instead, and now I am empty.

The long silences now fill up a room the way fire would inside a burning building

and we are being suffocated by it

the torch that ignited it

still sitting in the place where I left it.

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