how foolish was I
to make myself think
you had any claim on my body?
my hands will spin gold thread
regardless of whether you are there
to cultivate it for comfortable clothing
my eyes will gleam
the stars of a night sky
bright enough to guide myself home
time and time again
my skin will soften
for the right touch
whether it is that of another
or my own fingers pulling for answers
my hair will be the ribbon
that ties me together
and keeps my pieces as one as the world tries to dismantle me
for I was allowing you into the sanctuary of my body
but it was never yours
never has been
and never will be
and I promise myself
that I will always stand
at the gate of my own garden.
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 5:11 PM UTC
it is so foolish
to think
that you were the one who made me whole
when the force
that tore me apart most often
was the act
of trying to stitch you back together
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 5:08 PM UTC
it is a week later
and I finally breathed my own air this morning
and not yours
thank you
for liberating me
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 4:53 PM UTC