I`m not going to lie

 I`ve lied enough now

with my scars, and arms, and tears, and kitchen utensles

and cookies

cinnomon cookeis

I`ve spent long enough lying on your couch recounting the stories

I`m not lonely

I am a photo in a frame of people who love me

they envelope me, hold me taught and strong

keep me safe and warm

they will hold on until their muscles and ligaments have turned to dark, rich earth

I`m not beutiful

I`m actually rather clumsy