I want your mess
While your heart
Flutters.
I want your trash
Garbage
Street signs.
I want
Your dumpster
Fire.
I want your guns
Arms
Smoothed
Like those rocks
You throw at boys
When your only choice is
To throw back.
I want the
Parts of you
That don’t know
Where to go
And I want
That look
You give
When you
Don’t know
Where to put
Those parts.
That look you give when you don’t know where to put those parts- wow! Well written, and I’m totally drawn in. I want to see this face, too.
I agree with peaflowertea and you had me from your first line – ‘I want your mess’. I love the repetition in this piece and having read a few of your poems, I appreciate their raw honesty.