And skin marked

He and she

Shared a patient touch

And wavelength of desire

That formed a chord

Of heated energy

Stretching between

Their far too empty beds

I mourn for the girl that I am here

The girl that hides in these spaces

The girl that feels lost in the absence of daydreams

I mourn for her

For the girl that learned her words could not be heard

For the girl that felt her heart could not be held

I put my hands over my ears as I hear her cry

But I mourn for her

And for her sudden loss of will

And for what it will take for her to ever want to speak those very important and now fragile words

What a lyric.

“You won't have to believe in magic

His chill sinks deep into my bones.

I don’t ask because I am afraid of pain. I ask because there’s something weird about the nerves in my arms, and I have had nerve damage twice from a blood draw. It doesn’t seem to happen from butterfly needles, thus the request, but I’m always met with judgement.

Pressed against

Softened lips

I can’t speak

I can’t sleep

I can’t think

About anything other than

You and me

And this moment

How much it pains me

Despite my wisdom

Despite my heart

To be honest about

What hurts and plagues me

To give it a voice

To give it a truth

To let it take fight

I shake when I do so

Because I have yet

To tell my truth

Without being punished for it

In some small or large way

And each time I do

Each time I decide to be brave

And it doesn’t work out

It cuts deeper and darker

Than the time before

And I fear if I keep talking

And ultimately hurting

There will eventually