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 want my body to be as beautiful as the ones you scroll past on Instagram.
The ones that crowd up your feed waiting for your hands to touch their hearts.
The ones you stare at for a glimpse too long as you tell me I’m beautiful..