I screamed to this man,
creating fists with my hands,
and my heart just ajar,
"You will never understand
The way the wind hits me harder
and the waves crash into me with more salt.
The way colors are filled with laughter
and the warmth crawls through my skin.
The mud is my mirror, I'm a child of the dirt.
Happiness is fickle friend,
coming and going as she pleases
with no notice of the way darkness
clings to my back with a claw full of poison
tempting and tipping toward my tongue.
There's been a fire in my belly
for as long as I can remember,
twitching and tingling up my spine
leaving her needles in my neck
to suck away at me like a leach.
And how love incandescently dances
in and out of my chest without care.
The way she dangles my memories
relentlessly taunting and haunting
as she sews my skull to the sky.
You could never understand." I cry.
He held my heart and I knew it was a lie
when he promised me peace and said,
"Let me try,