Sometimes
I want to crawl out of my skin,
wrap myself around you,
purr into your ear -
It will be okay.
I can prove it to you
with the warm, wet embrace
of my conviction.
My tears are salt-lines on my face
because you are far away,
and there are little barbs
hooking
me into my flesh.
I have only words to show you
how safe you should be.
That is something worth crying about.
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