I am not a woman
No, not a man either
No flesh so keep shush
Crossing borderlines
Of love and hate

Through letters
Perfectly distorted
By motion of emotions
Spilling ink through papers
I am born free to wander

My body is a story
Of pain and pleasure
Slipping through time
Yet keep sailing away
From oblivion*

-I am a poem.

the pieces fall into place
&
sometimes
the place falls into pieces

Baby dont you see,
you are slowly killing me.
holding me down,
and taking my innocence away.
kicking and scratching,
biting and bruising.
putting me in all sorts of pain.

but  i didnt stop you,
i didnt push you away.
i didnt say no,
i kept up the charade.

so here i am lying here,
semi conscious and fully exposed.
with the marks you left on my skin
they are the reasons i stayed
the truth is i was scared to leave.