Confusions of youth. Half complete and embarrassingly honest. All the things too dramatic to say in real life.
Friday, October 31, 2014
Too long I’ve played second best in other peoples bedrooms Breaking my body like communal bread again and again To be passed around And not one lover ever looked to preserve the whole of me
While I wraped soft flesh and sweet words around them Twisted and braided and bent myself to their comfort I’ve stood mute in kitchen corners Eyes cast down waiting for permission To have my birth-right voice back.
I’ve paid with blood and sweat And down to the bones of my hands For free air For a small corner of the heart Vague promises that melted Like soft butter over bread At the smallest hint of imperfection
At any straying over the boundaries The square lines drawn around me Saying ” here I have given you space to live but no further- Here is your spectrum.” For once you had fallen in love with my vast and vibrant rainbows I am now given a handful of shades. And then complain at how well I Color in the lines While you chase more free and vivid lovers, …Like I once was.