You traced the moons carved into my hips when you told me there were stars in my eyes.
And I realized today that I am able to touch the sky,
because every time it rains a little piece of cloud is in each drop.

My ribs punctured my lung when my breathe hitched.
You walked into the room and I stopped spinning,
if only for a second,
and everything was silent.

I've been wishing natural disasters on you,
hoping a little tragedy will sharpen your veins,
though I doubt you'll truly comprehend.

I'd like to burrow myself into your spine.
Somewhere between the lumbar and thoracic vertebrae
And maybe I can be the strength you didn't know you had.

I dream of you in bruises, and red flashes,
Drenched with sweat and a quietly shed tear.
And sometimes, I wonder, why you never asked me where the moons came from.

You drew wings on my shoulders and I tried to fly away
But the cannon ball chained to my leg only let me go so high.

We used to keep our secrets in boxes,
Written on paper folded over so many times they started to fall apart.

Between us there are twenty four pairs of ribs,
               (though a few of mine are broken)
Sixty four organs,
And one hundred and thirty seven scars.

You'd count the notches in my collarbone,
And tell me I was beautiful when I cried,
               (But damaged goods were never really worth it.)

We'd lie in the streets and be beaten by the rain,
Because it was never loud enough from my windowsill.

I would cut stars out of yellow paper and put them under my pillow at night,
Because you said the real ones were too hard to get, no matter how high I tried to jump.

You gave me wilted flowers for my birthday and said dead things were beautiful,
               (And I thought of how the circles under your eyes made you look like a corpse)
But I muttered that broken things were prettier instead as I picked off its petals.

I crumpled a piece of paper and hid it in the bottom of the box,
And a week later I found that you had written you're my favorite disaster on it.
               (I wrote next to it, "but damaged goods aren't worth it".)