when love tries to comunicat passed childhood trauma, and i try to hear love passed childhood fears. we are all just children on the playground. may we learn how to play together.

Am I anixous or Are you avoidant?

i asked you how it feels, when you jump off the swings like that.
because from down here by the gates, it looked like you learned how to fly in that moment. you get back on to the swing so easy, only to be airbourn again.

my mom would never let me do that. i might get hurt.
you see, my mom always said that bones break. so dont trust them.
not in those words but i know thats what she meant.

but ive seen you jump off those swings more then a 100 times and you dont even second guess the possebility of your legs becoming brittel from every jump, no you just jump.

my mom would never let me do that, i might get hurt.
i jump with you in my mind everytime. seeing you jump, lets me jump .
i have only ever been free in my mind. my body was made by my parents. its barrowed. i shouldnt give it back broken. but my mind was given to me by the divine , its mine and i learned how to jump with you. thanks for jumping . it feelt good.

but i wonder now why you keep jumping, you never told me why. you just keep jumping . and its starting to look like your mother might have told you the same. bones break, so dont trust them. are you jumping to know if its true. are you jumping because if they never broke, you would know if your mother lied to you. are you jumping because you deserve to have them broken or are you just jumping because its fun. because its like you're flying.

if i jumped , would i know why your jumping?
you turn to me and say, lets jump at 3.

Short story by Sipora
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Written on 2019-10-22 at 14:40

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liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
A deliciously delightful write

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
i flew through this poem ~~~