trade offing

i hate her hands that carry so much in them
your bravery and beauty stuffed
into the creases of her knuckles unseen
into the spaces between her fingers
unappreciated
i hate tht she could take you so
that you would so willingly give youself away
you know i kept enough back that i am still
beautiful alone
i know i can't give you back what little you ever gave
to take the place of what she
took without seeing
without wanting while needing
i'd give her my love of you
to grant you happiness
but she wouldn't see it anymore
than you let her see you cry

olivia bitting 1998

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