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Being naked with you was
the least intimate thing we could do.
My bare skin covered in our sweat
was a shield for my heart and spirit.
There was nothing you could do to my body
that would hurt me more than anyone else had.
My secretly fragile skin is my only shield.
I might not have been ready to bare my soul
but you were never worthy of it.
Oof. “Being naked with you was / the least intimate thing we could do.” I relate to this line so much. Such a story told in such few lines. I almost wish it came at the end of the poem instead of the beginning b/c it’s so powerful I want to be left with that image/thought.
Interesting. I hadn’t thought about that. I had thought the last lines were a solid punch. Thank you!
I like the previous comment because that is such a strong ending – but i think it’s balanced nicely with the ending lines you have. Very well written 🙂