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Emergency

I have a scar
From my breast bone
Down to my pelvis bone

Bisecting me like a mountain range

It’s deep
Where they cut
Into my vena cava
A piece of me
That was never meant to be seen                Much less touched

The surgery saved my life

But my skin
Bears the pain
Of being ripped apart
And sewn back together again

My brain can pretend
It never happened

But my body will never forget

And my heart
Still grieves
For what might have been

Left

I woke up
with a poem inside me
Taking its place
In the space you abandoned

The unreached light
Between my ribs,
A tiny cave that went 
Unoccupied for so long
I had forgotten it was ever there.

But you sniffed it out;
You found it,
And curled your heart,

peacefully,

next to mine.

Pumping together simultaneously,
Making our bodies thrum
Heightening our senses
And our limits.

We were swept away for a while
Knowing it made no sense.
Then your affection
turned gray and shriveled.
Cleaving off,
ran off,
To die on its own

My heart lamented
Cried out,
A swan song for a dead love.

However,

Space was made
Where my heart could thrive,
Crimson and Azul.
I filled that spot up
On my own.

I’d rather have
this poem than you,
And I won’t forget it this time.

I Hope I’m Still Here

I know you left 
out of self preservation

I know I’m not a mere spark

I’m a raging hellfire
All consuming
All the time

You had to save yourself
Before turning to ash
A pillar of salt
And mourning

What you don’t know
Is I’m also Joy

I’m your happiness incarnate
All inspiring
All the time

We could have saved each other.

You’ll never know that
My midnight hair,
smells like black vanilla
My bronze skin, 
Is roasted sweet apples in the autumn

You’ll never know that
One dimple in my cheek
Is deeper than the other
Or that my top lip
Covets the left side of my face

You’ll never know
My tongue sneaks out like a teenager in the dark
when I concentrate
Or that I create whole hushed stories with my gestures

That I do a happy dance when
I taste nirvana
And sleep like a starfish
wrapped in the depths of a furious sea

You’ll never know
The pale stones of my fingernails
Or how perfectly my diminutive hands
Fit into yours

Either I’ll be here when you realize you want me
Or I won’t

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