My body is a map that I know too well
But once I found the dead-end road,
and I couldn’t come back
Some nights the image of your hands tracing
the walls
is way too vivid
for me to get it away
You stood too tall, crushed every living things
inside me
Who I was thinking that time?
You thought by knowing every path to the place
would make you have the right to knock down the fence,
left it broken
and open
I built my own home
but claimed it yours
I was lost inside of my body,
the body that I know too well
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 7:20 AM UTC
My body is a map that I know too well
But once I found the dead-end road,
and I couldn’t come back
Some nights the image of your hands tracing
the walls
is way too vivid
for me to get it away
You stood too tall, crushed every living things
inside me
Who I was thinking that time?
You thought by knowing every path to the place
would make you have the right to knock down the fence,
left it broken
and open
I built my own home
but claimed it yours
I was lost inside of my body,
the body that I know too well
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