Skin

I don’t know what to do with myself.

I’ve always been like this

numb in ways I can’t explain.

I want to tell you

my fractures,

so you can hold them,

so you can hold me.

But my mouth stays still,

my heart stays buried.

I want you to see me

without the walls,

the parts I pretend aren’t there.

I want you under my skin,

inside the places I keep hidden,

where no one usually goes.

I ache for my skin to open,

I ache for you to slip in,

I wish it would let you in,

I wish I could let you in.