The Wasted Skin

day clothes, hair tie, my father's baby ring

Strip me clean, strip my skin.

Strip it like sheets on the bed.

It is Dirty, it is Predatory, it is a Liar

 

My body is a criminal, and it does not-

belong to me. 

It is Animalistic, Screaming Hot, Fire, Burned, Scorched.

And I am so sorry to burden the world with it.

 

i want to dance in the stars, ocean, vast open fields. 

With you my love, my dear, in your salmon sweater.

i want to laugh without feeling Sorry. 

Cry without feeling Sorry. 

 

What am I sorry for?

 

Nothing. dirt; how do I separate myself from dirt?

Turn on the lights please tell me I am safe in here. 

In this skin, safe to go home at night.

I want to go home tonight. 

 

they hold on to Me, just a bit longer. 

filling this blood with chemicals wearing the skin of help. 

I do not want to die, I want to Live. 

god how I want to live. 

 

I deserve to. 

 

I deserve to fight another day. 

Make a bit more art. 

A bit more Love, a bit of soul and a bit of Help. 

This girl is not asking for too much help. 

 

This girl is me. 

 

I love hard. 

I love to dance.

I love to sing. 

I love to cry. 

 

with the right people into the moonlight.

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