Take my body in your hands,
Rip me apart at the seams.
Stand there and tell me that you can,
But instead just let me bleed.

I’ll keep struggling up the mountain,
As the cold chill kicks in.
Here I am dying for you once again,
As I let my eternity begin.

Forgetting to look back,
Shouting at me to let go.
Reminding of the things I lack.
I’ve made it three feet too far with nowhere left to go.

I bleed as the stones etch me,
My soul empty on the ground.
Giving back all that I was made to be,
By no promise nor parameter is my soul, any longer, bound.

The seams are just restraints on thoughts and logic,
They bind me with physicality,
I need no remind, I haven’t forgot,
But the realness of my existence is plain in my mentality

i was naked that night
before you on the wet grass,
i peeled off my clothing to get
a better look at the places you touched
to see if there was blood there, or
rose petals
or dirt

there was only skin,
pale, and flawed by the sun and
the days that went by
as we slowly tore each other
into little pieces of paper
to write love notes on
and throw away
after a couple of years.

i stood there in all that
glory or
tacit shame
but you didn’t look at me
too closely
you didn’t see
me
anymore.

the sky was an ugly color;
that doesn’t happen very often, sir.
a dirty purple, bruised as my
thighs so often were
when we were through.
you forgot about those bruises, every time.

I'm hoping this will be the last of it. I'm feeling better, on top of the world even! I've come to realize the state of depression that I was in for so long. I've moved past that, I feel beautiful and capable! What more could I ask for at this moment in life? I'm grateful...