I Need Bruises, Not Strings
A Poem.
Don’t.
Don’t kiss my forehead.
Don’t try to hold my hand.
Don’t apologize for anything. Ever.
Don’t pull my chair out at the dinner table.
Don’t open any doors for me.
Don’t try to pay the bill.
Don’t let me put my feet on the dash.
Don’t ask me how my day was.
Don’t try to comfort me.
Don’t introduce me to your parents.
Don’t try to get to know me.
Don’t count the days since we first met.
Don’t call me when you get home safe.
Don’t even make it home safe.
