It took me seven years to realise the words in my mind were too deep for my mouth to dig up I thought it was easier to open my skin and let the truth pour down my arms
It took me seven years to realise nobody should be allowed to touch parts of your home or hold pieces of your heart that you don't yet understand
It took me seven years to realise I will wear these scars forever I'll carry them through every smile every kiss every concerned gaze I'll carry them to my grave
It took me seven years to realise the pain carved into the walls of my castle etchings of attempting to disappear are not a story of weakness but a tale of how I survived
**** doesn’t always hide At parties and outside clubs **** doesn’t always hide In dark alleys and empty parking lots Sometimes it is right in front of you But you choose to look the other way **** doesn’t always hide Behind the faces of strangers in the night Sometimes it is hiding behind the closed doors Of your uncles Cousins Fathers And brothers **** isn’t always loud- Screaming, yelling, and crying Sometimes **** is quiet- Gasping for air and silent tears
E v e r y so often I like to think back on that greasy summer- my hidden lover. Teeth ripping into me like they were devouring a sticky peach on a patio near the beach; hungry and so full of desire. Early eyes quivered as I suffered your satisfied fingers on my thigh- feeling the contusions that replaced my pale pink skin. A felt existence left devoted in moments like these-our compulsive wrappings conceal the fortunes that can be found only in one another. In a way, this biblical dimension carries a perpetual forgiveness and passion that play together hand in hand.