armistice

he is all shrugged shoulders when we talk about the future and he’s shrugging off sacrifices in a way i cannot fully understand because what do you mean when you say you’d lay it all down at my feet like some ancient goddess of war and you’re laying all the weapons soaked in your own blood at my feet. 

because what do you mean when you’re on your knees and i stand perfect in imperfection on cracking pedestals bewildered. and it’s just like ok but what do you mean that you could watch me dance for hours?

what is this feeling that lives inside my throat right beside fish bones and butterflies?  

forever scared that behind the crystals and cowboy hats and faded tattoos and thrift store silver that you’ll see what you’re buying and have to make a frantic late night return. 

miley cyrus said she came in like a wrecking ball but that isn’t quite right because you came in like guerilla warfare but you took no prisoners and the shield wall around your heart opened and how many times now could we have gone in for the kill but we don’t. 

you’ve got an easy laugh to go with those shrugged shoulders. 

and i laid my weapons and skulls and scalps at your feet too. 

take no prisoners, no. 

but i laid those weapons down

an armistice