i am sacred, i am a ******* temple and no one is allowed inside of me.
you are not allowed inside of me, be it between my legs or inside my brain. the last time you were inside me you forced poetry down my throat and we fell asleep but when i woke up in the morning choking you were nowhere to be found. you had fled and left me to drown in your lies. my walls are crumbling and i am inside re-plastering my skull and i do not appreciate your nose knocking down my hard work. when i ask for silence i do not expect noise, white noise like flies buzzing around inside my brain driving me insane. i just want silence. when i ask for love i do not expect to be handed a shrivelled and frozen heart and i did not say you could rip my beating pump from my chest. i did not want us to swap so you could go and love someone else and i was stuck with no emotions, incapable to feel anything. i did not ask to turn blue. when i told you to **** me i meant **** me, not with me. my head is not an orifice for you to stuff your ******* and false hope into. my head is a ******* galaxy filled and flooded with ideas and beauty and it is pristine and i do not appreciate your ***** fingerprints spoiling what i have spent years creating. i am sacred, if you are not chosen you are not allowed to enter and i expect you to take no for an answer, especially if i have repeated it four times. you do not have my permission to shove your anything into my anywhere because i am perfect and you are nothing and you will not make me feel like it is the other way around. you are supposed to look with your eyes, not your hands and you are to admire and not criticise because you know nothing of art. i am art.