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I could be your ointment
and skate across the cuts
you don’t need to make an appointment.
I could be like the lip balm in your pocket
and soothe your fractured skin.
I could be the aloe vera
singing your rashes to sleep
I want to be the one to stitch
all the pieces of your broken heart
then seal it with a kiss
because that is how I love-
I heal
What becomes of ointment after it is applied?
It drowns itself in the oceans of your blood
It dissolves into the crevices of your pain
It sets itself on fire just to see you breathe
and then it’s gone forever-
used up
demolished
a heroic sacrifice
never to be seen.
I want to be your ointment but I will not burn
myself
to keep you warm
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