Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Day 586:nbd

You told me you came from a place
where stampedes of horses hunt in the valley of your ribcage
i laughed
because that is what you do when someone says something beautiful
and it makes you uneasy
so you hide the parts of yourself that want to live under their skin
and spit out tears in spurts of laughs
call the uneasy a joke you'd tell your mother and father
and hide the beautiful in your gum line
so you can taste it without anyone noticing
save it for the next time
someone calls you stunning in 3 stanzas or more
and you dont know what to say
just wanna sit back and smile
like its no big deal
like it didnt just change your life

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