For You

by shira

I drive home from your house
From your bed
Into the one in my room
Away from your chest
To face words off of mine

You taught me all that my skin knows
And all that my feet
Cradled in your hands, made too soft for my pilgrimage
Have ever celebrated

You had me play what you play
And hurt where you do
Instead of handing me a sling
You tied me to a moving train
Knowing bleeding fingers are no substitute
For careful dust, and the end of the day

The games we made up
The lives that we saved
Were always overthrown
You
Pushed me
Onto your mattress
Shaking the sheets
As a smile made my mouth cave into yours more
This is just an explanation
Oh, I wouldn’t stop sending oceans into your veins