your arms, my shoulder.

yes I like your arms
mostly because I;m built to
but I dont want them around me
I dont want dresses
and embraces in backyards
what good is that
going o do me
I dont want my heart to be
any softer
and your ams
do just that.\I dont have ease
I dont have poetry
ad your arms
clutch the both away
as they snatch today
and tomorrow
and hopes of stability
I dont want your arms
(yes they are broad
and wide
and coated
with vains)
and it feels I could let go of the entanglement of my heart.
but at the end of the day
your arms
will fold
under your own head.
and my shoulder
will lay bare
and solitary.