Mess

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.

2 thoughts on “Mess

  1. 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.

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