a single bone


Dear future lover,


For I've never loved a single bone.

I've never kissed the eyelids of any sad soul.

I've never held anyone at night to tell them

how I wouldn't want to be anywhere else.

Niether have I ever held anyone in the morning

to tell them, this is what I wake up for every morning.

But I've always treated bones with love.

I've kissed foreheads of sad hearts.

I've held words for the hurt and wounded, 

ready to read, so they can sleep well at night.

And the next morning, I've held my arm out open

for them to run to, if their hearts suddenly burst.

The thing is I've never been a lover,

I've always just been a friend.



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