Our skin melts so suddenly,
it hurts.
We are nothing but
four hundred and twelve bones and
a reminder of
how nothing is ever enough.
Our smiles come uneasy,
as our skeletons wrap around the other,
and we keep quiet
because we know
nothing fits
like it used to.
And suddenly,
you are you
and
I am I
in the same amount of time
it took to say forever
and make a dislocated pinky promise.
Have you always been this quiet?
I like this a lot. Nice use of a long first stanza, one that even feels like bones picked clean. I don't know about the last line for this poem.
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