Requins

Need? Want.

I’m insecure, and you should know.

why call me exactly what I fear to be?

I’m much less broken than I am too tightly bound

into a being who wasn’t even suppose to live

//She feared my fate would match his//

I slept and awoke months on end

in flesh walls tainted by death.

And you want to call me things

that damage my inner being?

/Why do you stay?/

because I’m too scared to leave

I’d much rather be with you

than be alone.

Do you want me?

you must not need me.

I don’t want to give shape to my poetry

because then it would be

pretty.

and…

It’s quite the opposite of that.

draw me a timeline

from when I was born until now

highlight the years I cried more than smiled.

((Be careful or you’ll run out of ink.))