13 Ways of Looking at My Hips

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When I hit the ground,

You land on the floor first,

Strong enough to lift me,

Just a smidge off the dirt

 

Part of me,

Part of my protection

Yet, I suffocate

Your milky skin with my jeans

 

You determine how I walk,

The outline of my frame

 

Permanent as scaring tissue

Perhaps that’s why I always run to you

 

You can't leave me

You won't

You are not temporary

 

All force against you, you stand

You're not a house of cards

You’ve never crumbled due to my touch

 

And when the wolves need something to paw at,

You frequently volunteer

 

When my demons are screaming,

My fingertips come lingering,

To your surrender

 

You are art alone

You become a canvas

Decorated with pink, blooming flowers

Some parts look as if they are exploding fireworks

 

You are my secret masterpiece

Because if anyone else had a glimpse of you

They would notice my insanity

 

You remind me of the girl who broke my heart

At first, I felt numb

Then, I felt the sting and wounds

But you didn't make me question if I was good enough

 

You're my therapist

You’ve never gave up on me, or turned me away

You're my best friend

 

You can't disappear, not for a moment

You never will

And that’s why I am infatuated with you






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