this is what lonely people do
tell the world about
the marks he left on your thighs
that night you split an entire box
of red wine
until your mouths were stained
the color of your bruises
he was not gentle but you
didn’t want him to be
and you were so young and he
was so alone before you came along
this is what lonely people do
they can’t touch anything without
leaving their fingerprints behind
without painting your skin
with midnight
when the sun comes up
you are both on the ground again
with stomach aches and dry mouths
this is what lonely people do
they stay the night
and wake up thirsty
tell the world about
this one time when
a boy loved you so much it
swallowed him whole
don’t lie when they ask
if you are sorry, don’t lie when
you want to say no
this is what lonely people do
they get bruises
they break their backs trying
to carry each other
they cover the earth with their
reaching hands
trying to grow inward
while always reaching outward
tell the world about the marks
he left on your thighs that night
how he loved you
so hard that he disappeared
inside of you
and you had to fish him out
like a small star in your sky
do not apologize for your vastness
you are terrible
you are magnificent
you are so much more
than they told you
you’d be
