Get out of that skin and get
into that freedom
strip down
nothing in my pockets
run much slicker, safer
open toed and barely strapped
Fling a thing away
I’m choking collars and belts
spitting teeth plated
enamel too heavy
I want em floating in haze
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Come on Universe, meet me half way. Feels like you’re not doing your part and letting me flounder about trying to manifest in a vacuum.
And I’m so lonely in my heart, so vacant in my love. Haven’t been touched enough, touch starved.
And no one holds me out as special, out above all else. I am just as unimportant to them as I used to be to myself. I don’t understand intimacy, I don’t know love and affection.