This is a personal documentation through poetry.
I am learning to look inward now, give myself love when I least want to. I do not live to love others, I live to love myself. I will find and create what is enough for me, and you will learn to let it...
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I have never felt so stilled in a man's possession. In my eyes he is more fragile than me at times. How will he hold my glass body, if ours collide and shatter? I don't want to be the stronger one, God, I want to be held. I am quiet this time, yet I find a different reasoning. I am tight lipped and bored. The mirror I've looked into showed me a spectacle, And to waste it on you is a joke. Where to go from here, I am wholly unsure. I think I can be your loveseat, Your life jacket, your hand to hold For as long as you see fit. Or at least until I can't pretend.
