• the hues in the bruise you see
    when you touch the skin on my thigh
    speaks louder than the words
    i hold out to you with a weary hand
    i dropped a few here and there
    but i'm sure if you just try hard enough
    you can piece them together
    in some sort of order that makes sense
    but maybe you're tired of looking
    through broken pieces and fragments
    and mismatched words and perhaps
    in the end it will all be too much to
    stomach for someone so like you
    to be with someone so much like me
    and it'll all come back up
    expelled through space and time
    to be what it couldn't be before
    a beautiful puddle on the floor