Innocent Love

9:02 PM

I’m touchable, not purchasable.

You can rattle the shelves, tip the glass,

but there’s no barcode on me.

Not now. Not ever.

Use the body if that makes you brave.

Rent the bruise, Scratch the lacquer, Rehearse your power.

Deed stays with me.

Title never moved.

Bite, if naming control requires teeth.

I regenerate, I always did.

Your mouth tastes like coins.

Keep the change.

You’re small.

I’m not.

I run when you’re satisfied,

that’s the only easy time.

You won’t find my road.

My exits don’t print on your map.

Load me with misery.

Watch the garden.

My heart learned repetitions:

Strain, release, again.

It strengthened while you performed ruin and called it love.

It got stronger while you performed ruin.

When I cry, the water learns an edge,

quiet knives carried clean.

You won’t feel the cut until your hands come up wet.

Look at them.

That’s what you made.

Not who I am.

You were gentle. That’s true.

You were kind and trembling in private.

Every time you wept, the jury picked a villain

and I signed for the package.

Yes, my fault lives here too.

I starved the part that could be soft.

I mislabeled panic as logic and called it surviving.

I pushed first, I froze second, I rewrote third.

But we broke each other, and only one of us

got to look innocent in the mirror.

Touch wrecks. Ownership fails.

I’m not for sale, not for display.

Not yours. Never was.

Walk away certain, if certainty helps you sleep.

I’ll be the proof you can’t keep.

The unlabeled thing that won’t scan clean,

the door you swear was never there,

Until it closes.

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