Wouldn't, Shouldn't.

lean down and touch me; i will show you
all the scars and scrapes,
the bruises and knobbly knees
from someone who isn't the one
you were looking for.

this is from the time my skin itched,
dancing across muscle
and bone, flying across skin as i
tried to cut it out and failed.

i told you once and you wavered,
harsh words imprinted on stupid
screens; telling me "it's okay, we
love you, remember that" and i knew
you were a liar.

you can't love someone who is
bigger and stupider than you will
ever be; even if you claimed to
once.

let's just put it simply; i want you
to just understand that this doesn't
go away like a bruise; fade like a scar
or pass like a cloud. it is real and scary
and scarring.

if you want to help; go ahead and listen
or fabricate a lie to say you couldn't shouldn't
wouldn't be able to make it.
i wouldn't blame you.