Sometimes
the darkness seeps through
my skin,
and you'd never know it.
Is it righteous to be
angry
with myself?
Is it justice?
I must know surely that I
was not the
only one?
But I had to have been.
I was special
you said.
I was hermosa y
preciosa.
There are very few things in this life that
scare me.
But one thing is that
you said I would call you
in the night.
As though you assumed I couldn't
live without you?
Another is that I fear a part of
my soul will always
be
yours.
