Jag är inte ett objekt.
Jag är bara en flicka,
rädd,
fjantig,
bortglömd.
Även då
är jag guld värd.

Striden
den är över
men alla sår är kvar
och de blöder.

Den enda gången
han var fräck och djärv
var det ingen
som förstod
honom.

depression cuts you up
from the inside
into small, small pieces
eventually you can no longer take it
and you puke up the pieces
but the people keep coming
to stuff your insides
with the cut up meat

she said to herself:
be willing
you will not
crumple to the floor
and weep
fear not humiliation
fear demurral

I'm a flower
but you shouldn't pluck me
I might look nice
but you'll get a surprise
so don't **** with me

Standing alone in the rain,
and as it pours down my cheeks I wonder,
is it raining from my eyes
or is it raining from the skies above?

as the swan dances through the sky
I whisper
'you fly in your freedom,
as happy as can be
and here I sit
wishing someone to set me free'.

and as the cage around me
erupts in flames
the swan answers
'i have freed you,
but never forget:
no one is ever completely free
it is simply imagination,
you see'.

I touch your hair
then touch the grass,
your hair is so much softer.

I touch your cheek
then touch mine,
they are the same,
so why does yours make my fingers tingle?

I touch your lips with my fingers, they feel good
I touch your lips with my lips,
it feels way better.

I touch your hair, cheek, lips, chest, back,
I touch all of you
and I love it,
I love all of you.

your first words to me
after you and I
turned into us
were
"I don't know
how to be a boyfriend,
but you can teach me
right?"

"right"
I said
the sad thing is
I don't think you learnt