“I didn’t want to be a poet.
Being a poet meant wearing my skeleton on the outside,
knitting chain-mail out of glass,
meant being so much more delicate than I wanted to be.
After years of building the bricks around my body, I
had to learn to live like a geode, cracked open–
set on the shelf with all the pretty parts exposed,
like a raw nerve,
like a half-finished root-canal.
Being a poet meant I was always going to have something to hide,
but I would never know how to.
I’ve spent the last year living like the biography of a dead man:
every scandal, every lover, every heartache brought to light.
I’ve got my boozy bad nights written out in black and white.
Everyone I know has seen the worst of me.
I am the most terrified I have ever been in my entire life.
But for the first time,
I am
feeling.”
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RAW NERVE, by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)