you keep asking for less
and less
of me.
soon enough
i've lost my
left arm and
half of my
right ribcage
trying to fit into your
cookie cutter outline
of who you wanted
me to be.
no one (else)
has ever asked
for fractions
of me.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
Poetry"I know that sometimes for people, I feel like too much; But let me kiss away the phantom pain that the scars remind you of, Let me kiss the burns on your hands, From when you touched the burning fire within my soul. Let me show you that yes, I am...
