Its always been you
It's always been us
How dare we hide this godly connection
Selfish of us to not show people the fire we create when we touch
A pair of lovers
In a room full of bodies
But it feels like we're alone
Tempted to touch but not too much
Or they might catch on
Then I'll catch myself
Because I always forget where I am
When I look into your eyes
Don't ask me where I went
Because I don't know
But I'll take you with me
I'll take you with me if it means
We can be in solitude
Because you are my truth
In this lie
How could they not see
That we are lovers
It never felt easy but it always felt right

Remember when you would beg to eat my *****
You already had a serving that morning
And the night before
But Frank Ocean was playing
I was wearing your shirt
And you said you were starving
You just couldn't get enough
I said "No" all day because
I loved to watch you beg
#MyFavoriteMemoryOfABoyWhoBrokeMyHeart

Am I finally at peace or am I broken piece?
Am I so distraught that I am numb ?
Too numb to react to any of this new mess I've gotten myself in
My body is just used to it
This is nothing new
Only this time
A male did it
And I was unaware
That I would have my heart
Handed back to me in shattered pieces
Time to glue it back together
This time I wil take my time
Peace by Peace

Flowers started to bloom on my
                         Birthday
     Anxiously I picked everyone that
                Reminded me of her
                  Bold and Carefree
 My mixed feelings didnt let me give them
            To her instead I gracefully  
                 ripped each petal off
Next time i feel like destroying a flower
                  Ill grab it but stop
      I dont need to pluck off petals to
          Proove that you love me not
       I planted a flower 7 months ago
            And it still hasn't bloomed
        Who plants flowers during Fall?
      I shouldnt have started so soon

As I remember how her lips felt as they plowed through the barriers of my insisted claims of heterosexuality I cannot help but think,
without falter...

wow

okay,
but this isn't why I'm a feminist.

My attachment to her,
my fellow female,
member of my legion,
has nothing to do with
my squinting eyes
at the
blinking neon signs of
inequality
that hangs about all of our heads every day

I've always been a fan of art.                   Some might even call it an addiction
   I allowed few to draw over my heart
   They left nasty graffiti and unspeakable memories But then I met a real artist
   she came and made it a blank canvas
      She asked if she could paint something beautiful I said yes but take your time
  At first the image appeared to be us
     But then the colors started to run         together and I couldn't figure it out
        No one could not even her
 But art is never understood until its completed Now we are finished and the paint has dried And I finally see
       That you created a masterpiece