seen from Pakistan
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye
seen from Malaysia
seen from China
seen from Singapore
seen from China
seen from China
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Canada
seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from Belgium
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from Canada
seen from Philippines
seen from Brazil
seen from Australia
I imagine your lips, Soft. With words You’ll never speak. The dream of you And me Together in oblivion Drenched In our innocence I know will never be. Only in my dreams Are you ever truly Close To me. I have no Vulnerability. We can never love for real.
You made beauty Seem inadequate. Your presence Was the meaning, The essence, Of life And all that it’s meant to be.
You are life
Sex is me And it’s you And I want us together in it. I want to feel us join At the hips. Growing sweaty and red With the push of the thing That comes naturally To us.
I’m only tantalized by the Thought Of you. Truly only the thought Of our bodies in the heat together Can fill me with the Pleasure Of never wanting more.
When I look at people, I wonder what they think about. I wonder what dreams keep them up at night. I wonder what memories they cannot escape. I wonder if they think about the first time they had sex, if they’ve ever had sex or if they’ve ever been in love. I wonder if they are close with the parents or if their parents are even still alive. I can’t help but to wonder about their souls, the delicate little force that lives within us all. I wonder if my mind wanders as a way to protect myself. A sort of external screening of the hidden internal, so that I can try and never get hurt again.
I will never pick a side. I am me, eternally. They want me as their property. Their replaceable liability, Because I challenge the “greatness" Of this faceless Country. It won’t be me. My heart’s too strong, to feel Shame by their hands. I can’t help who I am Nor the truths I was forced to know. The truth that me, that I Am here. And I will never be made To go.
Let that shit go
Non posso dimenticarlo. L’odore dei tuoi capelli Lunghi, deliziosamente Innocenti. Come gli Aspettazioni distrutti Sono stati devastati Da una parola sola Mia.
Un sogno
I’m so tired of having my heart broken Over and over again By your silence. By your indignation, your stubborn refusal To see my frustration As anything more than a figment. A fragment Of who I am. I want you to see my Hurt, and my truths and my sadness. I want you to see The madness You cause. Why have you chosen me To be the recipient of this Heartbreak? I’m heartbroken. I’m tired of being left heartbroken by you.
Heartbreak
