The people we choose
To walk all over us?
For most we return
Slap with punch,
Kick with bone crunch,
But then there's the few
Who hug like porcupines
And we gladly bleed.
Even a touch from the jellyfish
Is a justified sting.
We draw close to the skunk
And stand in bee hives -
I just want to be measured up in your eyes.
I'm drinking your poison,
I can feel it's warmth in my veins.
Now I choke, gasp for air
Pour me another glass.
Step on my hands, my feet,
My torso, my head.
Jump on me, skip on me,
Just don't leave me for dead.
Don't walk away,
I'll let you cut me again.
I don't need blood anyway,
Just you.
~Heidi Joens
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