You collect calluses, Like precious gems, Revering their form, Keeping them close, And if it wasn’t for me,

I can’t say I know, The bed where you lay, The shape, color, and patterns, That makes up your day, I can only say now,

No implications, Did I notice at the time, Only the key strokes.

Carefully and slowly, I unfold myself from inside, Dark and lowly, I swallow my pride, I let her out,

Flying out of the nest, At sixty mph, Four hours—without rest.

Despite the rips in between the se… I can’t escape my bones, I can’t fight the dreams, So I wait but, I can’t manage to speak,

I’m always enamored with, Short periods of time, With fantasies of, Your hand in mine.

“You’re trapped.” He explains, My body is bare, I’m losing time, And losing air.

Tried to meditate, too many different people, are inside my head.

It feels much less like a kick in… but a slap in the face, I would say ‘fuck it’, but it wouldn’t adequately represe… that was lacked in,

The language of love flowed freely… Through the rivers of our veins, During the summer we discovered ma… And razors edges. We used the torn corners,

Whenever I’m alone, I stay smiling, Counting the stitches sewn, On 100 thread count sheets, Wishing for rain,