Rudy Fransisco Essay

424 WordsJan 28, 20122 Pages
One. If I could, I would nail these hands to the edges of stars. I would sacrifice this body to the sky, hoping to resurrect that someone spiteful enough to not give a fuck about you. Two. Staple me to a cross, pierce my side with a broken promise and I will bleed of all the crippled reasons why you deserve one more chance. Three. Your bed smells like the last thing that I was really good at. Four. You wanna know how I got these scars? I ripped every last piece of you out of my smile. Five. I whispered you stardust. Six. I spoke you into sunflowers. Seven. I dipped my hands in forever, touched you, infinity, treated you as if you were the last molecule of oxygen inside of a gas chamber. I was good to you. Eight. You wanna know how I got these scars? I swallowed my pride and then it clawed its way out of my mouth. Nine. I realized that I was never really your boyfriend. I was just your fuckin’ height man. Ten. I hope your next boyfriend gets smallpox. Ten. Yes, I said smallpox. Ten. I hate you. Ten. I miss you. Ten. I love you. Ten. It’s hard for me to count when I get emotional. Ten. I heard that 90% of human interaction is non-verbal so…Ten. If I could, I would tie your arms to a daydream and auction you off to my fondest memories. See I wrote this poem in my own spinal fluid. I put it on the backbone of a white flag so before you read it you already know I’ve given up, I’ll just keep you here. Shackled to the most important chapter of my life story, pressed into the basement of my eyelids. Like liquid salvation so I remember you beautiful, with amazing underneath your wings and an orchid smile; your gorgeous earthquake. You cracked hourglass with sand spilling from behind your ribs. You wasted my time. How dare you linger on my lips and then kiss me like a studdering apology with excuses stapled to the roof of your mouth. I still remember you like a dream, tattooed

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