The way I am.

stars dusted on my skin,

fireworks spelling promises in the dark.

the last sparks fading, I keep what still glows.

I‘m gonna answer this in a poetic way if you don’t mind…

What you describe is something l've longed for —

this kind of intimacy l've dreamed and fantasied of,

but the world has always kept just out of reach.

I don't know why pain chose me —

only that it stays, as if it never meant to leave.

Quiet as a shadow that never fades.

I've never known what it means to feel safe in someone's arms, to be held without having to earn it.

Even love feels like a language

I was never taught to speak.

Pleasure is a country I was never given a map to.

I admire it from afar, like stars I'll never touch.