Suffering
I’m weak
And you don’t even realize
From the sway of my walk to the way that I speak
It’s all because of you
When your palm touched my cheek
That day
When you lay in my arms
So tame
Sound asleep
I’m weak
It hasn’t been just as simple as two female bodies
Entwined, grinding
And winding around the stems of roses
You spoke my name like
The winds of time were unraveling within
The sound of your alluring voice
As is the very meaning of existence in its enirety
Lies wherever your soul lies
Where do you hide it?
It still doesn’t even matter that I’m suffering
I’m taunted by the fact that I’m not holding all of you
I’m holding part of you and someone else
I’m suffering
You and someone else.
I’m growing weaker,
And you don’t even realize.
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