Escalation

It’s getting over the fact
that I wasn’t good enough
for them,

That it has nothing to do with me,
but rather the hands
my eager heart
fell into—-

It has a habit of jumping out of my chest
when words tangle in my throat—-
This is why I run.
I am traffic jam in and of myself
and making eye contact with you
would lead to a ten car-pile up…
if my pulse could glow,
consider my veins overlapping sirens.

I’m all out for you.

Every exposed innard,
love laid out on pavement—-
roadkill romance.

I wasn’t good enough for them,
yes.
Their hands were smeared with the blood
of the past casualties they didn’t know
how to handle,

and I was left spilling over myself.

Falling in love with the medic on site,
locking eyes as he picks up my pieces,
places them in a box,
before jumping on an ambulance.

I am all burnt over scars
and possible carcass.
But I am not soulless.

When my body is left
to be peeled up off the asphalt,
I realize I was good enough,
but they were all
car crash
loves.

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One thought on “Escalation

  1. “It has a habit of jumping out of my chest when the words tangle in my throat.” I love that line! I love this poem! 😀 I’ve read it a million times already!!!

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