It feels like I took one deep breathe and never exhaled until now.

I am not going to tell you
what happened to me.

Because it will only
break your heart.

You might blame yourself.

And mother,
that would be a shame.

A man did this,
with his own two hands.

A society missed this,
with its averted gaze.

Genetics did this,
to us doe-eyed
and aesthetic.

You are not to blame.
I am not to blame.
We, women, are not to blame

we were walking along a tightrope
(a very dangerous affair)

we should've seen it coming

the softest gust of wind
tipped us over the edge

down and down we go
tumbling, falling

just don't let go of my hand

i've never before
had my breath
taken away

it's exhilerating

When will the suffering stop
Will it end when you come back
Or will someone else show me the way out

i have been dreaming
of us stargazing
i have been longing
of us embracing
although it may seem impossible
i keep on believing
of us, loving
faraway from the galaxies
under the moon and stars, shining.

falling
further
faster
frequently