sharp knives
of alien family systems
cut my emotions
to pieces
and hang them
on hooks inside of me
to rot.

Do we make compromises for
Our comforts
When we are everywhere

he says she's got freckles
in the shape
of the little dipper
on her back
and that looking at it
is like
gazing at a night sky
with the colours
inverted

She spoke to my heart  in it's orgin native tongue.
Breaking barriers by communicating messages that uplifted my cardio vascular.
The vibrations of my soul. Speaking the old universal language love.

my words have had little meaning lately
rushed and harsh
like a quickie in a poorly lit parking lot
meaningless and soon forgotten
but spoken for a reason
like the motives behind that backseat moment
wanted and waited for
but looking for something much deeper
something rooted and real
but
impatient and unknowing
just taking whatever comes first
and yes,
words and *** are not the same
but I want them both
in the exact same way