The lines on my palms intersect with yours, match the creases on my forehead, they say "you're not stressed"
what they don't know is that they are the reason I am
they wipe the tears from my eyes but swallow my words
choking me
under my breath
I plead "help"
someone help me
I will scream "you don't love me"
My limbs, are mine
your limbs climb into my mind
who are you to color my mind with these emotions?
I am hungry, for the food they refuse to feed me,
my throat is dry, from the words of my deserted mind,
they scream "you don't know the half of it"
but I know most,
I have lived on this planet long enough to know why I should be here rather than why I shouldn't,
but if the crown fits, this princess must wear it
I am a human
I have limbs
my arms connect to my shoulder
I can not think straight until my hands fall behind my back and do as they ask.
Stand still, back straight, chin up, you are too confident head down, too sensitive,
who are you to control me?
The scream I bury far behind my throat tickles the back of my spine
my limbs are strong, but I am weak
with these words I speak
"I understand" I yell "yes sir" yes mam"
you threaten me when I can threaten myself
you choose your words carefully, choosing your vowels carefully,
as if picking seeds from a basket to create an orchard, say we have to rebuild the issue from the root but the leaves fall as I lay on the ground
licked clean of any conscience, any time I think of you
I think of my limbs
you said you loved me, but darling, I didn't even love myself
I am trying to forgive you, but how can I forgive myself?
Those words, don't mean anything they told me
they lied
my limbs may be bruised from the inside
but that does not mean you shouldn't be responsible
I am tired
hungry and thirsty for the words to slowly trickle out my lips
pour out
fall into my palms
sink into the lines
and remember where your palm once was
my limbs, show who I am
fragile... but strong
there but not
here but where?
where did you go
what have I done
I miss you,
but you miss me
as do I.
