underneath our skin there is more skin

you cut yourself open
with a blade of grass
to show me
what was really going on
down below

you’re so literal when you’ve been drinking
and i have to watch what i say

i think you mistake literal for literary sometimes
i know i do

you keep writing
and rewriting
the last sentence
of a book you haven’t started yet

you said you have to finish things
before you can really begin

we all say things we regret
and if we don’t regret it
it’s probably because we can’t remember

but you
you tend to remember things
before they even happen

we sat on the grass
in the park
as it rained
and even though it was only fake blood
we were really bleeding

we were warm
warmer than we’ll probably ever be again


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