4/5/11

Tenderness
By Brittany Cravens


tortured.

I’d tear my tired chest,

to grasp the pulsing heart that lies within,

and strangle out it's beating.

I need rest.



you saw me today.



I smiled and you wiped the actress right out of my blood;

my lips don't curve for necessity any longer.

like my shift dress,

you tore away the layers of my false portrayals until I was nothing but the core of my being.



naked.



tears run faster than I ever could,

in my want of the unknown;

away from the fear of what I cannot understand.



weakness

sorrow

fury

passion



this is the reality that rips my skin.



do your lips feel the depth of the unknown?



I think they do.

I think you felt it when they brushed the cuts,

and kissed the tears;

and your body felt it when you pressed against my skin.



you love my soul,

and I don't know who she is.


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My name is Brittany Cravens and I want to understand beauty. I write until my thoughts make sense, or until my eyes drip with exhaustion, and my hand cramps from excessive use. I write because I cannot fly.