By the Id
Sometimes I wish I were as weak as your skin.
Thin and pale and so easily split
wide open. I wish
I could simply hold up my arms and wrists
Stretched and spread,
While the world showers me in failures while calling them “regrets”
I want you to look inside me, bone marrow deep.
With that well-rehearsed expression
pathetic lips quiver and the slant of your pencil thin brows.
I wish I were as weak as your skin,
Because I’ve tried crumbling at your feet in the ways that prove I’m only human
But I just couldn't seem to tear my eyes away from the riddles
You tried hiding in freckles and blushed cheeks
and finding that weakness was your honesty.