Show me the stars and I will show you my mental scars
Show me love and I will show you the heavens up above
What is this squeezing of my chest, hidden by my *******
That these superficial men only want to ogle at.
Touch my breast.
Place your hand on it, fully.
And instead, fill yourself with the aching tune that is my heartbeat, not your lust.
And realise that I want to be felt. I want my feelings to touch someone else,
I want to be engulfed in your pain just as you are in mine.
I will press my full palm against your chest, and try as best as I can
to pull your troubled heart muscle from its place
I will cradle it in my arms and give it tender love
And together, we will heal.
Together, our muscles will mould and intertwine.
Our new flesh will grow over each others until whole,
We become.