I've sat with burdens
that seem weightless.
The one's that stretch on
the thighs and caress
upon the rib cage.
I've ate my desires
away with fear of rejection.
Though I fear my
reflection more than success,
And I've tumbled through
utopias that seem destain.
So tasteless and bitter
that it stains us blotched crimson.
It's a shining and
corrupted realisation,
to which we have to
watch from afar.
I study the moon
and see it embrace
pluto up close.
Through tears that
burn the brightest cheeks,
to kisses that tingle
upon the hip.
Moles that connect
with freckles and stray hairs,
of feminine curves
that shape my being.
I'll find permanent fulfilment
through the growing pains.
