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If you could see my collar bones, would you love me?

How about if you could caress my body, and feel my osseous hips jutting out

What if you could hold me, and claim that I was fragile

And that you needed to protect me from my own breaking bones


Would you love me then, when there will be little to hold onto

I’m willing to crumple myself to fit inside your tender embrace

Will you keep me, once I become flimsy

You can cradle me and keep me safe


Could you care for me, once I’ve become paled

When I drain the color from my face, in efforts to be with you

I’m choosing to crush my lungs

and to become torn apart

I need to be fragile, for you.



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