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To know you completely,
to map every hurt,
to leave no place for hiding
this is my vow of love.
to map every hurt,
to leave no place for hiding
this is my vow of love.
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I wish to take you carefully apart,
To learn the shape of every secret hurt;
To catalogue your leaking, teapot heart,
And archive all its honorable dirt.
With delicate, adoring, silver tools,
I'd map the branching roads upon your spleen,
And break obsession's most delicious rules
To see what sorrow made your kidneys keen.
Your lungs, those fragile gardens of decay,
I'd press like flowers in a book for me.
Your every memory shrapnel I would weigh,
And keep them for my private reliquary.
For if I memorize each scar inside,
There'll be no place for you to run and hide.
—V.
(Your anatomist)
(Your archivist)
(Your reliquary)
(Your anatomist)
(Your archivist)
(Your reliquary)