“someone
has your name
written on a piece of paper.”
camels and jewels.
fornication.
you know.
honey.
it’s not a joke.
you never thought so.
it isn’t funny.
it isn’t the first time
you’ve thrown my scars at me.
flailing limbs.
am i your whore?
treading ground i don’t
belong.
i don’t belong.
maybe we don’t
speak the same language
after all.
don’t categorize me on dusty shelves
with the rest of them;
betrayer.
you can have all my names.
i will carve them
into your fingertips.
and i will still be able
to fly.
“You can have all my names….and I will still be able to fly.”
Incredible power, Love.
I miss you. I am feeling gypsy feet.
Good, strong, gutsy stuff!
Thanks so much!
This tactfully menacing…
See, I couldn’t even write a complete sentence: it’s daunting.
it meant to be. but it is less than. <
I just couldn't fix it.