I reach down into your throat in hopes of ripping
out my name but all I can grasp is hers. All I can feel
as my fingers tiptoe across your middle is how
swollen your core is; the beating she gave you left
blood pooling inside you in all the wrong places.
My jaw is not a promise waiting to be held by you, so
I’m sorry if I flinch when you try to. I’ve kissed more
knuckles than lips and I’ve learned that sometimes
they taste the same. Raspberry bruises you’d mistake
for love bites. There is no affection here.
I’m afraid I’m going to swallow her name in my sleep
and dream of the girl you’ll always want
more than me.
The cage that entraps you is made of bars that are easily bent. You do not need to be strong, you just need to be brave. The air outside might be cold, and your feet might lack shoes, but run. Run in hope. Leave fear in the dust.
I promise you will make it home.