I'd give away the last few months with you
just to feel the words
dribble from my lips,
shaped by my tongue
as well as my past.
To feel the welling of a voice and a body inside mine
a body that is mine
rising to the top like tears
and escaping in between gaps in my outer shell.
There's a reason I broke up with you
and not the speech team.
Speaking and feeling it in the backs of my knees
and my ankles
and my knuckles...
that's better for me than
any orgasm
or
broken promise you've ever made.
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