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Learning How to Breathe Under WaterTry to break me as I grasp my last breath of air.
Push my arms,
Wrap my legs,
Lock me in the waves.
I move to kick,
Move to fight,
Bodies swarm, blocking light.
My lungs fall, collapse,
I try to grab the edge.
Inside me thoughts lapse,
My lungs crush and scream,
My brain warns this isn't a dream,
I try to reach the slender ledge.
My thoughts end,
But I breathe again.
Why I do things I know I shouldn'tWith a face bare,
Seemingly concentrating, solid stone,
I use small clumsy fingers,
Hoping to find a smile I can call my own.
In my mind there are doubts,
One for each small finger, on a single hand,
One for the look of a down turned face,
One that says the result might hurt,
One that says the move is a disgrace,
One for the ways you profess,
One for my mind in its distress.
The other battles back with its ideals.
A face set alive even for a second with a simple smile,
Some movement I haven't seen in a while.
A voice that let's my mind whirl,
The laugh that causes my lips to curl,
And a hope that you don't mind.
Then a Heart that sways reason,
Saying that, even if it's only for a small time, isn't he mine?
Scared Little LoverYou rub me raw,
Make me blind,
You give me promises,
Say they're mine,
Keep me rapt in trust,
Choke me time to time with lust,
Sink in little lies,
Does that matter through this year,
with a wavering glances,
As said held so dear,
Paranoia I try not to keep...
Red Riding HoodI want to believe people so badly when they say they won’t bite
that I contemplate climbing into their smiling jaws
thinking that it might be better to be split in two than left hanging.
But always, I draw my red hood and flit back into the forest
running in the shadows of pathways, never stepping into clearings
because I’ve spent my whole life in the wilderness
and I still can’t tell the wolves from the woodsmen.
You Were Not An Aquarium BoySea-glass became your bones,
brine your blood, and seashells
melded into your skin.
You were not quite an ocean
when you said "This is your sign to love me."
My body was like a building;
tall, cold, almost unbreakable.
I was metallic and sharp,
towering over your waters.
I remember taking your hand in mine,
conch and coral shells scrubbing
my skyscraper wrists, and laughing
about how one day you would
submerge every last bit of me.
Your lips, riddled with argonauts,
found my cheek and I cringed
at the coarseness.
You asked if they bothered me
and I finally told you "I
think I love you."
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