I stripped in front of you Leaving nothing to cover my skin It took me enough courage to do that It took all my power to let go of my energy I stood in front of you I stared at your eyes Expecting to see a galaxy with tiny bits of silver glitters Where I can float instead of falling But what I saw was a black hole So dark, and so deep, hard to understand its meaning I saw your eyes running like a hurricane all over my body And felt your need to feel my bones’ bags’ heat You held me tight Leaving my arm a beautiful dark purple map-like mark You grabbed me rapidly As if you were running out of time You pulled me against your upper trunk Gripping my fine threadlike strands making me face upward I got blinded by the strong light hanged on your ceiling Letting you feed your starving soul This was not what I expected to happen But I let you do what you want For you were just a clueless boy Trying to explore a woman’s soul’s home Discovering about my home made you thrilled Like a little kid trying a new ride in the park I saw your happiness and bliss You were overjoyed, you overlooked my tears You saw the world I gave you With all the happiness in it But you didn’t see all the things I’ve been through To give you everything you needed Your gentlest touch burnt my skin Your stare gave me judgments Judgments that killed me over and over And the silence that swallowed me whole alive You sucked me dry Until what you saw is the reverse of a paradise What you saw was skin and bones It was a disgusting piece jailed inside your scribbled thoughts SHARE THIS ARTICLE: |
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