Hold me until i feel my pieces clicking back together
I need proof that my body is not taking up space
that my lips aren't pressing yours because your lonely
remind me that i make sense
tell me you need me
i'm not the best at admitting my thoughts
i'm not always thinking of things so pure
i choke on my words when things get hard
my sadness makes more sense than i can explain
but all i know is that you make sense to me to

Our knees
pried open
by cousins
and uncles
and men
our bodies touched
by all the wrong people
that even in a bed full of safety
we are afraid

- Rupi Kaur

I write words I think, to heal the hurt i feel
I write to let God know I need help with what I deal.

I asked "why do you lie"...
He said"i dont"...
"But you tell me you love me when you dont"...