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They say
You need to get laid
I say
I need to get loved
With his eyes and his words before he can lay a finger on me
With his wit and gentleness before he can touch my body
They say
You need to flirt
I say
I need to be wooed
With flowers and coffee before he can call me baby
With his hand holding my heart before he can say he loves me
 Oct 2014 Light it up
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sick
 Oct 2014 Light it up
M
I feel sick
sick of you, sick of most everyone
sick of being tired and sick of being sick
I am fine and I am alive but there are corrosive chemicals around me
I am the most beautiful, unique creation, the summit and foundation
of this Earth- as a human person I am limitless but
I feel a poison eating away at me and I know exactly what to do to avoid it
for there are only a few who make me feel whole,
a few people, a few situations-
and I do not want to be fixed, I do not need that, no mortar or
molds to repair, all I need
is to stop being eroded- bit by bit,
and to stop crumbling into the deep-
and from there, I can repair myself-
I am good enough now
stop tearing me down,
I would like to shake off whatever chains have been laid on me
for though my body is restricted,
my soul is deeply, unbelievably free.

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