I didn’t mean it that way.
I guess my words came out wrong.
It made everything turn to a jumble.
A raw heated metal, stuck on my skin.
What I meant was…
I felt like
I could feel his bones.
Like a baby, fragile.
Cautious I have to be.
His heart beating so loud.
To the melody of us making out.
I was afraid that I would break something, precious.
Cause I already destructed my own ribcage, inside out.
Jagged, sharp and dangling.