I'm Lost but I'm Free

i’m sharp because i have to be my edges have not been dulled but sharpened with the ebb and flow the cycle of violence; the cycle of anger of fear i’ve been filed to a point with every passing glance from tiger eyes every wolf’s howl from car windows rolled down just enough so i can hear but not see the assailant who hurls his words (daggers) into my soft stomach “Hey baby, where you headed?” 13 years old i became harder; wanted to be impenetrable 17 years old sacrifice myself to protect myself i’m a weapon no honeyed words can soften

I would like to be able to breathe— to be able to love her by memory or fidelity. But my heart aches. I love you continuously, intensely.

i do not want to have you to fill the empty parts of me i want to be full on my own i want to be so complete i could light a whole city and then i want to have you cause the two of us combined could set it on fire