Loving nothing
[+18 Trigger warnings: implied SA. Not my best writing, but it is one that is pulled directly from my insides, raw and bleeding. I might redraft later. 💜]
I appreciate you.
You, with eyes of shadow, black holes,
a story, a mystery, soul-concealed,
who laughs in modesty, hiding misery,
drowning beneath the numb tide.
You, the sole lamp so all can see and never know the dark,
who speaks in three tongues,
undervalued, pure humanity.
************
Me, I tried to belong to someone once, twice, thrice.
They hugged, squeezing too tight until my insides came out
Sometimes they poked me
Sometimes they dazzled me with flowers
I became a tube to fill or crush
A source - a wishing well - for romantic men
...
I appreciate you.
You, with eyes of shadow, black holes,
a story, a mystery, soul-concealed,
who laughs in modesty, hiding misery,
drowning beneath the numb tide.
You, the sole lamp so all can see and never know the dark,
who speaks in three tongues,
undervalued, pure humanity.
************
Me, I tried to belong to someone once, twice, thrice.
They hugged, squeezing too tight until my insides came out
Sometimes they poked me
Sometimes they dazzled me with flowers
I became a tube to fill or crush
A source - a wishing well - for romantic men
...