Poem

Dear Anyone,

I have run out of metaphors to put into writing what I am going through.

The truth is, what I am going through is really nothing. And yet,

I am tormented, scathed, and alone and suffocated.

Dear Anyone,

Will you come to me when I try to sleep? Come to me when I try to sleep.

Stroke my arm, kiss my shoulder, and put me to sleep.

Drink in my naked body; stare at me in the mirror,

Touch my belly without repulsion, lift my breasts

With curiosity- Teach me to love myself.

Wrench out my fear and loathe for my own soul and body

And teach me to love myself.

Dear Anyone,

I am broken in places. I am the cigarette that doesn’t burn through and through.

I want to burn through and through. My nerves tingle under my skin,

Snaking along the course of my body, threatening to crawl out into the open.

Dear Anyone,

I despair, oh how I despair. How I need. Take it away, wont you?

Take away the need and the yearning and don’t ever leave me:

There’s a conundrum for you. The bile in my stomach rises up in my mouth.

Take away that ugly ache in my stomach, love, wont you.

Kiss me sweetly,

Crush my bones to white dust. Set me free, love. Set me free.