2020

My favourite type of pastime I want bad things Sighing at my attachments My cravings Bent over in the kitchen With the one that isn't mine Don't want to possess them Palm marks that linger for days New at times their voice a saw, Lips foreign The last one, Before this one Chest resonant, Embracing I can hear their heart, Every time Tracing a line through the centre of my body Stacking myself piece by piece Into alignment, into alignment Who am I without them? Who am I without you in my life? Impulses peaking through your hands The urge is to watch not walk away Don't walk away from me this time You told me you want it You like being on your knees Put me on a pedestal Like I do you Both on our knees for each other You're my submissive, I'm your submissive Trading roles Tonight I'm not a woman Tonight I'm just a body Who am I without them? Who am I without you in my life? I am of all things love and hate Placing the pieces of myself hopefully Without judgment without bitterness To not knowing who I am entirely Who am I without them? Who am I without you in my life?