Bones

I put my hand on my chest

afraid that pieces of my heart will fall if I don’t,

I have to cover my eyes

to restrain and remain composed.

But you’ll still bat your eyes

it makes my body burn all the sense,

and yet you think I’m blessed?

But if I ask you why,

would you even bat an eye?

So let your kiss burn and hypnotize

the sane.

Or let your words twist and turn to weaponize

the blame.

Are my bones sharp enough to cut your lies?

Tell me those words you hate to say

It’s enough to make me fly,

to calm the winds inside,

to make it safe to try

to make, relive, and die

again and again, for life.