My body be 

young and dumb. 

My body be

asking what’s going on.

My body be

“too much.”

My body be

wanting to be rid of your touch.

My body be

discarded after you’re done.

My body be

still and numb.

My body be

the sour candy you spit out.

My body be 

wondering why everything changed.

My body be

trying to take off the stains.

My body be

feeling deranged.

My body be

struggling with my age.

My body be

wanting to ask why.

My body be 

neglecting to look into your unremorseful eyes.

My body be

wanting to scream and cry.

My body be

flinching when you touch my thighs.

My body be 

thinking i’m naive for not saying a word.

My body be

trying to depict the blurs.

My body be

filled with the feeling of fault.

My body be

wishing someone noticed i was distraught.

My body be

wanting to forget while wiping my tears.

My body be

closing the door on your words.

My body be

admiring my curves.

My body be

no longer cursed.

My body be

no longer yours.

My body be

completely mine.