I saw bars around me and thought "prison"
Just realized it was a cradle
And I could climb out whenever I decided to

Maybe if I tell my depression
That I will never get tired of it,
and I will always be here for it,
it will leave me too.
Cause that’s what they all say
and yet they leave anyway.

there was a moment in time
when death sat beside me on a park bench
and he had rested his hand on the gap between us

i,

too,

rested my hand there
and brushed my fingers against his

and for a chaste moment
i savoured the warmth of his skin
and intertwined my hand with his

but he stood up

and left

and maybe he knew,

it was for the better.

my parents always told me
"purity is your only defense"
but
i'm not pure
anymore
and
i kinda like the way it feels
in her hands
this IS how to was supposed to be

Love
is not a sin