hands
trembling

fingers
tracing over the scars
of the tree

engraved
by the metal
once warm
from his hands
a K
an A

the flower
given
hasn't bloomed since
in the shade
of that memory tree
but it's still alive
green

it's life
lasted longer
than their love

a heart
i'm sorry
memory tree
for scarring you
with a lie

just agree with me
frowning
shallow words
orange
purple
i begin to dislike
these colours

i only reserve hate
for the things i love

stop it
you stopped caring
you notice me
the way you want me
to be
perfect
small
emancipating

heaviness
sadness
you say
i worry too much

you protect me
too much
your ears covered
already
cover your eyes too

trace
the emptiness of my skin
constellations
connected to the changing
ocean in my eyes
it looks away

roam
your calm eyes
over me
my still form
moving in happiness
when i am sad
see the rain
in my eyes
the way it looks away

twirl
a strand of my hair
in between your finger tips
whisper
to me
of it's silkiness
i will pretend nothing
a storm in my eyes
looking away

taste
my lips against yours
seasoned
by the cool setting sun of autumn
my eyes
ignited gold
my the rays
look away

do you notice
my eyes
after you tell me
over and over
how beautiful
they are

feminist?

to some it rolls off the tongue like the grit from last night's pork

you? a hair-covered, bra-burning, feminist?

no, feminism is not male-bashing, god-hating barbarianism. you are wrong.

feminism is fighting against the veiled warrior that is society's gender roles

walking down the street, a young woman is constantly harassed by cat-calls

behind walls, in stalls, she falls

the red lipstick she wore today

was not supposed to be her blood

my heart is made of concrete

my lungs of porcelain and tile

my heartbeat is a car horn

and my legs are stacked like steel

my mind is a city

full of blinking lights and sounds

I have a man-made personality

I long for the slow days

in which the sweat of our problems

drips from our skin

where the water we tread through

washes away our cares

the sun beats down our lingering worries

as we bask in the heat

of the better days

let me just chop down
another tree

swinging
with my axe
i will ignore
the earth's cry
to write a story
of my own
it's only fair

he says
but it's not
and i wish that he would start
to care

i am not frightened
of my body
being contained
by another

i am not frightened
of my thoughts
being consumed
by a him

i am not frightened
of my heart
being broken
seven years
of bad luck

i am not frightened
of you
or him
i am only frightened
of the one
who can capture my soul
who can own me
with a whisper
a glance

when you smile
claiming to own my body
you really own
nothing
of me

do you see it in my eyes
like poetry
your words
short
cold
apologizing
again
and again
you lose me

look at me again
worry
care
stop
i don't want
your love
this is what it is
a lie
i wish
you had never
tainted my definition
of it