Blooming flower

  How do I tell you that I've seen the depths of your soul that you yourself have yet to experience and that with that said I will leave you with a Kiss on your head and lingering feelings we can't quite explain   

  This body has been beaten and bruised  Cursed and ridiculed  laughed at and critiqued underfed and overworked  overfed and underappreciated This body has been told more than enough to stick that it does not belong  That it is not enough  That it is too much  This body has learned to feel threatened by the presence of others  This body has been taught pain  How do I begin to search for peace in a space that has never known it? How can I ask this body for the love it has never been shown?

 

 

  My spirit is free, she is who she wishes to be and I will never fucking apologize for her again

Face to face  the mixture of our breath raising tension  I wonder how we can be so close and so far away at one moment in time  These are the moments we do not share  Our temporary passion stowed away in a small pocket handpicked and measured by you to the sound of my heart on your sleeve 

  I'm looking forward to a better future. I'm looking forward to putting myself first. I am hanging on for a future I know I deserve but continue to push away. I am looking for myself. You don't know her, but neither do i. She is waiting for her truth to be heard, she is waiting to feel safe in her home, in my body. She is waiting for me to have no strings attached with the expression of my soul. She is waiting for me to stop pushing her under the rug at the call of my name by another's mouth. She is waiting for me to stand up straight and yell my name to the universe because i am here. She is waiting for a time when she speaks and finally all of the words come out. She is waiting for me, And I, am waiting for her