I have not given up on you, 

I have simply walked away from, 

The shell of a body I possessed 

when I was with you. 

Who am I? 

I am the girl, 

who is confused with the world. 

I write delicate poems  

For those who do not feel heard. 

I have overcome the desire. 

The desire to feel your love, 

The desire to hear your voice, 

The desire to see your family. 

I miss your mom, 

She would always make room for me. 

But what is so fragile about desire? 

Why can’t I live to desire the touch? 

The feeling, 

The look in your eyes. 

You are safe, I promise. 

You got through the tunnel, 

Officially able to see the light. 

A storm slowly headed my way. 

A cold breeze, 

And a numbing feeling 

Arose in my body. 

I was stranded, 

In the middle of the sea. 

The hard down pour, 

Filling the ship  

Sinking it slowly. 

I was gasping for air, 

Choking on water, 

The waves wash over me.  

I begin to sink. 

The weight of my breath, 

Gone. 

Just a lone body, 

Disappearing. 

You opened the door to my heart. 

I welcomed you in, 

As you walked the other way. 

Whoever knew, 

That two lost souls  

Would meet their destiny. 

My eyes saw potential, 

Yours saw an empty soul. 

That sat in front of you, 

As you took your anger out 

That you got from your father. 

Trauma produces, 

Poems that nobody should have to feel. 

The fear to let loose, 

To jump up and down 

Arguing for the love to flow back. 

Praying that you will use your wings and fly. 

Fly to me, 

Give me the strength to give you another chance. 

A steady pace towards me 

Gripping my hand, 

Touching my skin. 

I never craved you. 

Your desire to make me yours, 

It was not real. 

What was real?  

The cops showing up 

One knock, 

And then another, 

One more just for security. 

Why didn’t you understand?  

It was not real 

I was not old enough to know. 

unlocking my door to the apartment 

smelling the scent of last night’s meal. 

Life is normal, boring one may even say.  

I have no emotion towards the things I get told,  

I hide under a deep hollow smile everyday 

As I walk past the people,  

I take note on if they would fill my craving. 

Women are powerful creatures. 

Pure, yet able to swallow the courage to stand up. 

No man can stand up and admit 

the struggles of a woman. 

The cat calls roaming through the streets,  

The latest story talking about another sex offender, 

Women push their keys through their fingers. 

Safety is the key, right?  

Pepper spray dangles from keychains of teenage girls, 

YOUNG GIRLS. 

Young enough to have a kid, 

Yet some states don’t care for the “sob stories.”  

It was probably what she had on. 

But why must an article of clothing 

Dictate how you may treat someone? 

Just because a man can’t keep his hands to himself? 

“Boys will be boys” 

What if “girls were just girls” 

How would they feel if they received the same treatment?  

I chose to keep myself safe and hope every woman does the same. 

A surreal feeling,  

Under the stars, 

Wishing for the future to come quick. 

We still stare at those stars, 

Now we know what the future holds. 

A life filled with little things to get rid of reality 

Pick which pill you would like. 

Do you want to restart? 

Love is beautiful, 

and sweet,  

full of days you need a hug 

 from the person you love, 

 or when you just need 

 another reason to see them. 

The mania never left my head 

I have truly gotten worse. 

Get it done. 

I am hurting my mind 

Just so I can feel something. 

I hated playing the guessing game, 

Of all the pills I had to feed my mother. 

I was her reminder that went off  

She still didn’t take them. 

I’m only an essence of what I was 

Watch me transform into something new. 

My name like many others was deemed, 

A mystery, 

A secret. 

I was the woman a man would not mention. 

They didn’t want the responsibility, 

Of keeping me around. 

Keeping me stable, 

Keeping me sober. 

I’m moving on. 

I no longer attach myself to the girl I was, 

You took over my soul  

Leaving me hollow.