asya - Hello Poetry

asya Mar 2022

although I am having a difficult time
without a home,
he feels so much like home that sometimes,
I don't even notice anymore.

asya Mar 2022

Home, The Lack Of

at this rate it seems
almost impossible
to find a place to be, that I can call home,
because it's been so long,
since home was a place,
and it feels like it'll never be a place ever again.
so for now,
my home is you.

asya Mar 2022

Backpack

My entire life
is in a backpack
because even if where we stay isn't the same
as the day before,
at least the stuff I carry
in this backpack
is the same stuff every day.

#homeless

asya Mar 2022

You.

Je veux te sentir sur moi, pourtant tu es si ****.
C'est injuste.
I will be patient, however,
because the fires don't go down that easily.
Ma tête est remplie de toi qui me fais l'amour.
Maybe patience isn't my virtue in all honesty.

asya Mar 2022

Let Me In

I am furiously banging on the door
I am cold
I am tired
I need some sleep,
let me in.

asya Mar 2022

I, The Heavenly Innocent and The Dearly Beloved

Maybe I am the innocent.
Maybe I am the daisy flower on the side of railroad tracks,
I do not know the casualties from the train,
I am simply living here.

Maybe I am your god.
Maybe I am the statue in your church or the deity on your desk,
I am quite aware that you want me so,
I am ethereal in my living and I am quite the woman to love.

Maybe I am beautiful.
Maybe I am the girl you write red-inked love letters to and think of in dreams.
I know most will not like me, but I am beauty to you.
I am the girl that got away

asya Feb 2022

Someday, Because Recovery I Cannot Afford

Someday my bones will protrude,
pushing up like daisies across the fields of my skin,
because I have died over and over,
every day I died,
and this one last time I will be beautiful and sunken in,
and this last time Ana will have controlled me;
when Ana said she wanted me dead,
I knew she would someday make it happen.
Because I cannot afford to be saved,
someday I will be the one the funeral is for.

#ed