mamma said she dont like the way
i'm holding my head lately
she say my gait is off
she say my voice doesnt come out the same
that it turns around and dives right back into me
falling flat in my belly

i looked at me
thru her unkind truth mirror
watch dangled from my wrist
antennas moved all over the place
dark circles under my eyes where
hope and future usta be
cheek bones razor sharp
and lips that wouldn't bend

i saw
fragments

and i know i would've given even what was left
had he simply held out his hand
i know
i will give what's left
if he just held out his hand

i wanted to get to the root
think it, say it out loud
sans all the poetic bullshit
fk the dick craving
fantastic flying thru space
fkn till the sun stop shining...
shit

im convinced i dont wanna write love poems
feel love
be love
anymore

thats the real
fear

im afraid that if he comes
he'll try to get me first
before i get him
tit for tat
but i know his words will
land on my chest and i'll
be like cream trapped inside of lips
trying hard to keep panties clean

(imma come back here)

@asiaradiant