Saturday, July 2, 2011

Skin I'm In

Wrinkled and discolored

My skin is stretched to its limit

Of pain and scars

Permanent markers

Of the places you touched me

Gently and softly with tenderness

The bruises on my cheek, my calf

Extend the polar ends of

How my heart was stretched

Into pieces, little pieces

I live behind the kisses

And the promises

Uttered by lips

Disconnected from your heart

Words never meant to be fulfilled

But tasted good

On a practiced tongue

Skin that will not be lied to

Will not be bruised by another

I have no untouched places left

Unburned by your kind of love

This is the skin I’m in

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