I am a thing.
A conglomeration of atoms.
A little thing you can borrow
From him
Or her
Or anyone, really
But I’m also sort of yours
Just ask you
I am a milky neck beneath long sunny hair
Sunshine, you call me,
Old Man,
Just before you dig your boorish, ***** blutwurst fingers
Straight into my crunchy upper vertebrae
In the spirit of a "neck massage,"
Invading me
Injuring me
Insulting me
Bruising the skin like a ripe peach you have dropped ten times
With your sick fingertips
Until I fear cervical dislocation
That’s a broken neck in lay terms.
Skinny, you call me
Like it is my identity.
Like if I gained weight
You might call me Fatty.
Beautiful, you call me
Like it is my name.
I am not skinny. I am not fat.
I am me shaped.
I am beautiful, but that is the least of my graces.
My name is Hope, ******. Call me Hope.

I am a thing.
A conglomeration of atoms.
A little thing you can subjugate
Without even using your hands.
All you need are words
Because all I’ve got are two X chromosomes.
Women should obey their husbands.
Women should bear children.
Wait, WOMAN isn’t generic enough.
Females.
Females only go to college to get married.
Females spend too much time with other females
But females should not spend too much time with men.
Men.
A man is a male human.
A woman is a female human.
I am a THING that is a HUMAN BEING.
And I would ask you to treat me like one
But until I am more to you than a female
I cannot expect you to act like a man.

The soul he needs,
It should be wise.
It should be sweet.
It should care.
Their feelings should be strong, but not too overwhelming.
It must like the closeness of his body.
The soul he needs,
Must be strong.
It must be tender.
The soul he needs,
Should be a soul like his.

Love never really
sunk in your
Beautiful skull and
I never made
It clear to
You
I love you
And I will
Make sure that
You will feel
What love is

Love is never
Meant to make
Us only happy
Love meant to
Allow us to
Feel
All the feelings
We were meant
To feel and
To show what
Good really was

Love, I only
Meant to show
You how much
I love you
And only you
You
Attribute to my
Smile and I'll
batter your beautiful
Skull til you
Understand that I

I love you

I cannot fathom
Or dare to
Understand what makes
Me in love
With you but
Love
I will fathom
And dare to
Make you understand
That here in
The great now

I love you

Am I okay, you ask?
I sincerely doubt it.
What I do know though,
Is how much it doesn't matter.
My life goes on, despite how much I resent the passage of time.
Despite how I count down to not only the end of the day, but the end of me.
And as the clock ticks, I realize each second is wasted.
It's wasted on my negativity.
So, maybe I should just be okay for once,
Even if it hurts.
What do I have to lose?

I tried sleeping for about five minutes,
But my foot started twitching
And the lights started ganging up on me
And I swear there were spiders crawling up the trees painted on my wall to get to me
I watched the glass melt out of my window and thought,
"I want to be like that."
I want to melt into a world not dictated by fear
I'm afraid of my own skin,
Hoping that clothes will protect one hand from the other
I'm afraid of half-wit memories
Half faded
Half fuzzy
Half real
I really don't remember doing that thing I did in my sleep, but I'm going to pretend to
Sleep seems now so far away
The lights blink when I do and the spiders stop when I open my eyes