Friday, January 13, 2012

With your own two hands

When you threw me down and you bent my knees for me
You really only made my smile grow wider

And when you shred my spine into the wood
My laughter was ringing through your halls

And each time you hit me, fist after fist
My brain burst remembering a million joyous memories

Because though I’m awfully tattered now
And my ribs crack when I stand
You did it all to me
With your own two hands

2 comments:

  1. Gorgeous poem. You are such a gifted poet. I've tried a thousand times to write something a tenth as
    good as this and haven't even come close to what you've achieved.

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