GrimmAssassin

Please forgiveThe lame gait I keepMy knee, twisted like a lover's embrace,sways in tortuous, tidal leanings

There's a hollowness in my bonesHallowed marrow set alight, laid bareandI've lost my fangs to love againTucked away my sleepless nights, and burning scrollsLeft aching in the late hoursas aHalf-rotten skeleton in the field of forgotten battles

I cried and wrote poetry While the sea engulfed my chestAn ocean of should'ves held tight in my lungsA storm wrapped in Soft lips and hooded eyesI cried for you and wrote poetry On the back of my shaking handsHigh tide like a noose Subtly draped beneath my collarI cried for dead futures And wrote poems about lossSalt from my sea-weary irises Cutting borders into my cheeksI cried for weakness, And for loveI cried for you tonight

- In your hands I am caged bird, and I'm okay with thatLately, I feel so small, Like a child In your embraceandIn the best way, This sense normalcy Tears me apartI want to watch this Iron-clad world fall apart In your arms -

She will leaveShe will stand at the coffee-brown door Flowers trapped between chewed nailsShe will walk down the dimly lit hall With lead eyes and stone shouldersShe will slip down cracked concrete stairs Counting each step with a breathShe will tuck stubborn locks behind her ear Wiping away the thrumming of her heartShe will leaveAnd in leaving, she grows olderHer hands shake in crisp Autumn rain, And again with late Jaunary's frostHer eyes blur over sealed pavement Searching, rememberingShe will leaveAnd in leaving, her heart empties

Shaking like a doe I am held together with Ashen sticks and wide green eyesBrisk, unyielding in Spring winds My legs move as hunting shadows, Stone-footed and callousShe's always at the edge of my thoughts Twisting my hands, my chin tucking earthward I am alive, I am lostYour memory burns me, Like a martyr to a dead god Useless in my sacrificeI will forget your curled ribs, Cruel lips, and frostbitten fingers They will fade from me with the tide

At our worst We are a gardenBleached and starving Among dead thingsThese bones are driftwood Salted and creakingAt our worst We are quiet winds

I can feel your bones, Shifting against me In an undertow of breathMy body is a hollow case, A long-forgotten home Collapsing around your heartI crawl from these scars Like a wounded wolf In berry-stained snow, butThis skin prickles, rips In the sound of your quiet heartache And I bleed just to hide from youTogether, we are an ocean Rough and untamed, Left craving in a darkened stateI will go soon, Sliding from your shore like the tide Leaving behind all that I am

Her ribs remind me Of rain on a tin roof, the Home I grew inEvery scar is loud, and I can hear each heartacheButMy eyes are too sharp to Ignore the way her shadow Flickers in between headlightsDad used to call them eagle eyes, and I felt singular - uniqueButHer arms tremble like ash in The cool summer breeze, dancing On the rim of a stolen seashellI know I am selfish to love your Cracked spine and blue lips,ButI cherish those bluebird bones, even When they fray under my touch

I am Bruised fingers and CigarettesShe is Lukewarm coffee and Mourning songsApart We are as vultures and Midnight bonesAs one Our bones do split and Bloom tonight