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Your lips have never reached for mine, yet I know their absence as if you've kissed me a hundred times.

And my bed wants to be called "ours", more than you or I, shared space under the nightsky...

But it hurts to remember your starlight touched skin brushing mine, all just an illusion of sheets and mind.

Ah, I fear too long I have linger in the future memory of your arms, as I'm nothing but a yearning heart.

If there's really such differences between humans because of their genitals, show me then!

Show me the evil hormone you lack, show me the one that makes you just and fair, show me the verified experiments that prove you're incapable of harm, show me how they were repeated in México and Madagascar!

Show me then, teach me how we will all forever be tainted by cruelty and evilness because we've all been conceived with at least some devil... "male" help.

Oh? Haven't we heard this story before? Something about an apple and a sin, I believe...

Oh but you're right! Yours is different because it's factual science, not those silly fairytales of all mighty reality creators, of course!

No no, go ahead, show me, prove me, teach me, point at the research, replicated and duplicated and validated and unchangeable, that finally shows us all, deviants and freaks, the gene that makes you holy, divine femenine.

defeated once again at the tremors of the uncaring gods you carry around

broken down through the disgust in your face, the disbelief in your voice, the disappointment in your eyes

Maybe the deities you so very worship would've been kinder than your little bone breaking hammer

Little everything, every little thing, little, little, little.

Keep on pushing one little laugh onto one little scratch onto one unfortunate scream onto one accidental fist onto one little mockery and you'll get me bleeding hurt, big and real.

I wonder if I can ever stop carrying so very little much of yourself in my veins,

and I wonder if you'd care as much for who I am if my blood was glittering gold, extreme, intense, and odd,

Hold on to the hope of eating your favorite fruit, to relaxing on your couch, to reading a new book, to talking to someone new, to dancing to your favorite song and singing at the home-made karaoke.

Keep on living, even if you feel you're just on stand by, you're still here, experiencing every day, even if not all experiences are kind, you still can look forward to all those that are, and remember all the fond ones that stay in your heart.

yet you don't listen to me.

All my life you bear repeating

"the loser is always the one that yells first"

But how do you want me to stay quiet,

how dare you demand me to be silent,

how can I not raise my voice against,

When you've been tearing me apart,

teeth, fists, words and all?

Can you carry my love as if it was not a cross?

Something pure and kind and not covered in blood.

Something nice and sweet like honey on a sword

I'm sorry, I was raised a wolf and I don't know how to make the hunger stop.

But I will try again, to love you the way lambs deserve.