Save Some For You

save some _____ for you

when you write about what you  ______,

save some for you

hold out on the how you walked, cringing, down the promenades of hell,

how you dug around in the dumpsters of heaven just to get little crumbs of   “_______”

hold out on how sad it was that you never once got  ________

don’t tell them everything about the bruises,

let the bruises speak of the harsh _____ with a smokers cough,

let them speak and let you be silent of _____

sure, you can tell them how it feels to not have  ________

clammy and pathetic like a lonely _______ that goes home every night

to make love to a TV dinner in the soft glow of a sitcom laugh-tracking at the misery,

            you can tell them about the ocean behind your forehead,

how you have sailed across its surfaces,

chasing sky painted horizons,

meeting parts of yourself along the way,

but you should probably save those forbidden _______,  

the ones dwelling deep in those unbeknownst places of your abyss,

for yourself.

You may _____ them someday.