“level of trust” by Julia on her couch 


Monday August 15, 2016
9:16pm
5 minutes
Adbusters
Oct 2016 issue


I can’t stop reaching out of my skin and into your kindness
I destroy everything I touch
I want to touch you all over
Tell me again how it is that you’ve chosen me
Don’t tell me about my face
Don’t tell me about my hips
Don’t tell me that you wished for this when you were younger
How we were meant to be
I don’t care for lies anymore
Not mine
Not yours
And I can smell them
You are not a magician
None of us are.
Tell
Me
The
Truth
If you can bear to ask yourself
All the hard questions
The way I’ve been begging you to
What is it that you see that you need so desperately
Surely not the hole in your stomach I’ve chewed
Surely not the bad days bad nights bad luck bad timing
I do not cast a hook in you
You’re free to swim wild
I don’t want to hear anything
That does not sound
like it’s been dying to come out

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“level of trust” by Julia on her couch