There\'s this emptiness.
Right in the pit of my stomach.
Nothing can fill it, not even true loves kiss.
Of course, you know this...
But you haven\'t left yet. Why?
Is it because I have a nice ass?
Do you like the way I cry?
Or do you sense my need for serenity.
There\'s this tenderness in your eyes.
A sense of safety in your grip.
Your warm breath on my porcelain skin,
makes me weaker than my own sadness.
Although you\'re not the first to have felt every rift of my body,
Not the first to clasp your tentacles around my neck,
To starve my soul of every ounce of faith and innocence.
Though our connection is deeper than that I had with the man, or rather boy,
Who struck and threw me onto the uneven ground like trash.
The one who scarred me deeper than a knife ever could.
At age 14 I was broken. At age 18 I am stable. At age 22 could I be whole again?