Popping, Locking, and Dropping a Poem in Here...

Today we had free-writing time in my Creative Writing class. I had a really hard time focusing because I was hungry and I forced this out with every fiber of my being. It was like rubbing my head against bricks. The more I read it though, the more I start to like it. No title yet, and if I ever decide to publish it I will probs take it down from here. Enjoy it while you can lol

EDIT: BLOGGER IS A BEING A DICK AND WON'T FORMAT MY POEM CORRECTLY WITH THE PROPER SPACING I SWEAR IT LOOKS BETTER THAN THIS IS MY WORD DOC >:(

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cut me apart from the rest of my being,

i’m fine. i was tethered to those egos but

now i’m whole and myself and there are a few

rough edges but those are to be expected

and can be trimmed down with some scissors 

if god concentrates hard enough. 

walking out of the woodwork i met you,

with the same sort of body and rips and

shreds and we have some garden shears in 

the garage just in case we make a mistake but

neither of us are fully wrinkled yet, so please hold on. 

when i was pulled from the womb 

i was sharp and reflected the light

off in red waves in different ways and 

i was smooth as bone marrow kept in 

a glass case for recognition by paying patrons. 

the creases came later into my 

soiled silver skin.

friends and love

and the feeling of her hands rough

against mine proved time and time 

again that she was hurting me and leaving

dents and i finally realized that months ago

and i don’t think i went too slow. 

my brain works it’s own pace. 

and then i met you. we share similar bruises

and i want you to know my shreds and my 

busted up legs and the crinkle in my back,

but persuasion isn’t my forte and you’re 

still trying to iron out your latest indentions

and i haven’t tried to help because i know

that’s neither what you want nor need. 

we’re all just little children 

with tin foil hearts and silver minds

and soapy mouths and we get bitten into

and chewed up and spit out like gristle and

i was never okay with that but now i know 

you and if we keep playing rock paper scissors 

in the dark perhaps we can postpone getting

ripped apart.