Felt
I feel too much Even my soul has a thousand fingers Grasping at me desperately Reminding me there’s still something left to hold into Each one manicured Fixed upon pursed lips Don’t tell them my secrets That I feel everything in this room I feel all of you I feel the pain of bleeding hands reaching for something in a numb world So much of me consumed in every touch Because this body has been a punch card For betrayal in violent love For violence from those I trust Every now and again I come to claim my free crashout When someone tries to poke me Where I once was punched When words hack holes into my heart Every disappointment silently tears me apart Still I wear this smile Like a bandaid over axe wounds Bandages wrapped ‘round me In lengths of poetic scriptures Winding me more tightly With every length of salt-smudged prose Pins poking out my flesh I carry them Wondering If anyone’s noticed I’m walking funny Those who know me best Still only know the puppet of my patchwork inadequ...