It was never your bones I needed fixed

A Poem

It’s complicated,
always has been.

sitting here
like I always do,
waiting.

but this time
it’s for them to cut the skin from your frame,

take you out
and replace you.

and I sit,
and I consider,

like the time I really thought
if I moved from my spot
I’d kill you,

waiting on the moment
you’d come around.

but so many years have passed,
so many years you’ve aged,
so many
they have to mend you,

do you right
and fix you.

and still here,
still, I’m reasoning.

waiting on the moment.

cause it’s not your bones I need fixed,
it’s not the wound I need healed.




- Forbes

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I think this is like super unrealtable but girl I wrote it and it is to me sooooo, hope u don't think I'm crazy. Enjoy!

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