Seven thousand seven hundred and thirty three miles isn't enough to keep me from feeling your love
I know you're far but I see you every night, in my dreams
I still feel your fingers tracing every inch of my face, my neck, my lips
I miss your love but you're here
This ring this heavy ring
It is my promise to be yours forever
So until we meet
I wait for the day
When my hand will be entwined with yours
when my lips will once again meet yours
when our bodies will come again
Till then I wait for you my love.

*Really Rough

months came and months went
I still felt trapped inside this tent.
I couldn't breathe and the walls were caving in on me.
I was drowning in the memories of us, and nobody could see my cuts.
I tried to rise above but I kept sinking down.

so I gave up, and I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I couldn't stay, but I need to go away.

I miss being happy
I miss being in love
I miss smiling
I miss waking up and not wishing I hadn't  
and most importantly,
I miss being me

I shall never understand myself
And how I can sell my body
So carelessly
To a complete stranger
All in order
To feel a little bit wanted
To feel a little bit noticed
To feel a little less lonely
For fifteen minutes.

I heard your name in her voice today
I saw your hair sweep corners of my face as you moved your way down my neck inching closer to every insecurity I could possibly lay out for you at once
I see your freckles dance on every other porcelain face I've ever had the pleasure to meet a little piece of you in
I drown in every ocean I go near just to spit your name out and cough up every I love you I've ever heard like its poison on the tip of my tongue
I heard your name in her voice today and I kissed every reminder of you off of her and on to me as if that could bring you back

I feel like I'm turned inside out
My tenderness exposed
And ready to be destroyed.
My vulnerability is shouting.
I'm naked and alone.
Wolves are clawing at my skin
Tearing me to shreds.
Skinny and bruised.
Out of breath.
Darkness folds his hand.
Walls are melting.
Nothing at all feels right.
I'll hide my face in my arms
And hope I can forget.

Your eyes peel off my Polo,
Shimmy off my conservative slacks-
I am not a walking show.

I do not consent.

Your words strip me of my smile,
Your whistles devour my dignity-
I am not a dog, to be called to attention.

I do not consent.

I do not consent to this ritual humiliation,
I do not consent to this violation,
I do not consent to this dehumanization.

I do not consent.