in your palm, there is fire.
they always teach us
to move our hands if it’s too hot,
and stop the warmth from spreading.
i wrenched away, and you went cold.
i think maybe you were purifying me,
and it hurt to cleanse;
i fell apart in your hands again
and i would never let you see the pieces,
they are ugly and bare when exposed to your light.
i will not pull away next time.
i want your fingerprints seared into my flesh
like my veins map the lines of your palms;
i will not mistake my pleasure for pain;
darling, press stars into my arms.
i always had my head wrapped around the idea of getting into a wonderful university and getting a good job and getting married and having a family and being able to support them but for some reason now all i want to do is travel and eat new foods and meet new people and get a tan and buy a one way ticket and not come home
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