Bones

A poem

Let me make a beat against your bones,

and take up arms against your worries.

Let me do what others don’t

and let you say what you can’t or won’t.

Let me hurt when you’ve hurt me first.

Let me heal from your worst.

Let me find my solace alone.

Let me crave to beat on your bones.

Let me fall away from your touch.

Let me not think of you so very much.

Let me forgive and let me forget

all I recall and all I regret.

Let me suffer in silence and keep

the peace between us. But first,

let me weep.

Let me figure things out on my own.

Let me crave to beat on your bones.

Let me remember all that you said,

all that you broke, all that I dreaded.

Let me worry and let me pine.

Leave me to leave my wantings behind.

Let me, with all that you’ve done, love you more.

Let me, by letting me close up the door.

Let me crave to beat on your bones,

while you beat on my windows and I shun you away.

Let me make you remember the reason

why I couldn’t keep you and you couldn’t stay.

Let me remember the hope between us,

untouched by reality, unruined by rust.

Let me crave to beat on your bones,

and I’ll let you shatter the hope to dust.

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