confessions of the literal-minded
i was bleeding and screaming silently,
so you pulled out the handkerchief that by
accident was plugged inside my mouth and
muffled my voice, and you washed around the
wound on my knee with some alcohol and
added a band-aid as a final touch.
i wanted to spread my wings and fly, so
you took me bungee-jumping and it did
make me feel like a bird for nine seconds,
and when i complained it wasn't enough
you went to the airport and ordered two
tickets and we boarded on the next flight.
i lost count of my tears, so you brought me
a bucket and made sure you didn't miss
a drop. i was blind and you made me see.
you mixed mud with spit and pulled a jesus
on me. you found me inside the closet
when everyone had tired of go-seek.
when my heart was breaking apart, you with
all your wisdom explained that my heart was
not made of glass or porcelain and that
it was not that vulnerable unless
someone purposely dissected the thing.
fell in love