To you, I seem unmoving

I'm alive
I'm asleep
I am subtly incomplete
My body
Is curled around the dried honey lake
I am static
Far beyond the dried honey bees
Because to you I seem unmoving
And to me I'm everything
Static
But my brain is buzzing
With thoughts
My body
Still works when I am still
Folded
Nursing the pain in the crevice of my hips
I am a seed
Sinking into soil
I will grow
But to you I seem unmoving
What will you say
When I become a tree?

She thought of me
She looked at me
She thought I was a boy
And her disappointment
Pressed my heart for noise
I am neither fish nor fowl
I am not required to choose
I am still a human being
I am all I have to lose
In the crevice of the wall
In the corner of my head
Is a burning thought
Why do I have to be a boy for you to like me?

Not a girl nor a boy but still a person.

Maybe the seasaw was unbalanced when you got to it

I can hear you
Your vibrating voice like a heartbeat
as you dig your nails into my soft blanket
Trying to find space
In my space
Staring intently
At nothing
Your little hips going back and forth
Whine if I disturb you
How did you get so good
at making a space your own
Completely forgetting
that this space is owned
How did you get so good
At making a house your home
How did you get so good
At making a place your own

I walk one way
I walk the other
Warm me
I am cold
No liquid can fill the black hole in my stomach
The hole will make me whole
Stitch me
I'm not bleeding but stitch me because what if I unravel
Clad in my skin
Until thoughts spin
That fight the war within
The black hole
Everything is gone
And I feel like a pawn on my chessboard
Empty and on fire
What if the only language you can speak is extinct
To link
You and your soliloquy
To the black hole

I gets so stuck
My body is numb
Simmer by the fire
Until you are done