Inside Out 🔷
Do you love my insides?
You know, my parts you can't see?
The parts that constructively divide
all the places you can't be.
Do you love my internals?
You know, my unexploited crevices?
The crevices that secrete pools of purple
Due to all the prescribed sedatives.
Do you love my fleshy, raw fillings?
You know, my boring and bloody chunks?
The chunks that are only subjected to kissing
if the fiendish fool is stone cold drunk.
It's my exterior that attracts you,
but it's my interior that made this possible.
When my insecurities inadvertently attack you,
don't be so swift to class me as irresponsible.
I need to know and to understand,
that you truly love me for who I am.
Even the parts of me you can't see
because those are the places I want you to be.
YOU ARE READING
Rifts
PoesiaWords from one mind to another. Words sealed behind ribbed cages of paper thin covers. Words dispersing this world's most clouded colours. Before the release of my debut collection, 'Writing My Wrongs', I decided to revise some of my older works. ...
