The carcass of a skeleton

See I discover my body each night

Trying to fall in love

With each curve

And jaded edge

Tracing myself

Pressing my hands

In places

It shouldn’t be

Trying to pull out this

Self love out of me

That doesn’t

Exist

See someone told me

My body reminded

them of starry night

By Vince van gough

Was it because of the little swirls on my skin

See I carved my nails in my flesh

See hoping to dig deeper in my soul

Finding a great meaning

Or maybe it was to get closer to death

See it is hard to fall in love

With an image

When you don’t like what is reflecting back at you

See my body is gravesite

Which I chose to bury under clothes

See I know what hungry eyes

Do to innocent girls

See I know too much

Self love , it is not love at all

It is simply stuffing yourself until you feel whole

I enjoy the darkness

See I like the way my body ripples against foreign hips

Like a tidal wave drowning them in my own ocean

See I sometimes utter to myself , in between each push inside this is okay

See I have been told that a woman’s body is art

But I know that even art is indulge in the most indecent way

My body is a temple

But I do not wish to worship in

See my body was made from star dust

I am the combustion of an galaxy

See my body is a forbidden fruit

I do not desire

See my body wants to be

Everything but me

See my body has discipline

It vomits everything that is unwanted ...(me)

See my body is poetry

A bunch of simile’s

Comparing self to her and her

Only satisfying myself with a metaphor

See my body is

A skeleton

It doesn’t belong to me

See my body is music

I seem to not know the melody

See my body is a solar system

But I am quite uncomfortable it is galaxy

See my body is a rose

I still haven’t clipped the Thorns

See my body is starved

It throws up every compliment

See my body is imperfection

But it is perfection at it is finest

Body is the word that tastes like bile on my tongue

That scratches at my skin

Attracts googling eyes

And frequent trips to an inbox

Body is the awkward stage

Where wonky breasts

And chubby buttocks

Become pinchable

See even eyes become paintbrushes

See even hands become a compass

And get lost where they shouldn’t be

See even lips forget to breathe

My body will not become your oxygen

See my body is my birth certificate

I can not deny its existence

See my body is suicide

Grieving it’s own presence

See my body is operation

You can’t fix a broken thing

See my body is mine

As fight to pull myself out of the mirror

See I know ..I know I said I was leaving ..but I get hungry and much on pencils and vomit up words ....