It’s not fair
That you get to live in a world
Where you aren’t broken
By the memories of us
And where you weren’t used
Only For your body
or your touch

some people believe birthdays
are a time of celebration
whilst mine forces me into a
sobering reflection
each year the withdrawal
becomes stronger
for each year my life keeps
falling
apart
and each year i cut my hands
trying to assemble the broken
pieces
of the past

Some people are designed to collide
In union intricate patterns blossom
Within their behaviour

Whilst the reaction of mixing others
Births a toxicity
that leads to an inevitable decay of life

You came to me
With your head held high
Looking down on me
Intoxicated with pride

But now your On your knees
Begging me,
Please

Yes I am a woman
And I refuse to be afraid of my hips
Or the way my body dips
Below my *******
Because I might be trapped again

I refuse to believe
I am only worth one thing
I refuse to believe
that I am only for your satisfaction
Because I am so much more
than this physic
And it is your loss
that you were unable to look past
And see the lion beneath

Why is it we are predisposed
To find the smallest signs
To confirm our worst beliefs

we believe
if we are born again
created from our most beautiful parts
or maybe you want to be born
in a mosaic of your most broken pieces
our lives will change
that this feeling undefined
will leave

but it never does
our life continues with indiscernible flow
even if noting is the same
and it seems
we've lost ourselves in the change

trying everything
every anodyne
to rid ourselves of this feeling'
that leaves its shadow in our eyes
we can not bring ourselves to confront it

I don't know what your shadow is
but I do know
I'm too lost in the change
I've forgotten what mine is

but hes blocked out all the sun