confessions

first:
i have written a lot
of shit poetry lately

(unfortunate)

happens when 
trying to rework
the process
of mending,
stretching flesh
over feelings
growing growing
new skin
to cover these
blood scraped knees.

second:
this is another shit poem

(accept apologies
in advance
yea?)

but maybe
there is healing

or maybe i have
swallowed too often
such pinched belief

but again!
this is the line i want
tattooed on my tongue

maybe there is healing:
slow
when you are close

when i press my nose
to your hair
smells like
tea tree oil,
things forgotten long ago.

third:
my fingers got lost
in your curls

(yesterday)

i did not mind it.