I don’t think I know how to love,
Not you at least.
But I like the way you pull your sleeves
Down
Over your hands.
I don’t like sharing my thoughts,
Not with you at least.
But I like the way your eyes tick
Up
Towards my face.
I’m not good at holding hands,
Not today at least.
But I like how you twist your ring
Round
On your thumb.
I’m not good at smiling,
Not now at least.
But I like how your mouth curls
In
When you’re nervous.
I don’t think I know how to love
Not you at least
Because I think I’m made of stone
Cold
And that’s okay.
I don’t think I have to love
Not this at least
Because I’m sure you’re made of metal
Locked
And you don’t like love, anyway.
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Charlotte Humphrey
I wrote because I couldn’t breathe. Simply, I was bleeding - so I broke open my pen and poured out its insides.
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