I’m a ghost who walks the halls
of my mind.
I’m a ghost who visits the mansions
of my body.
I’m a ghost who haunts the attics
of my soul.
I’m the ghost of the monster
who controls my body.
I’m the ghost of the girl
who wants control.
I’m a ghost of myself
and who I want to be.

with all the flaws in our laws
they stall a cause with a clause
it's hard to get because across
because the cause hits solid walls

According to Plato,
humans were created with 4 arms
and 4 legs
Two souls disengaged,
but destined for one another
because together,
their power is boundless
Since I have met you,
I have learned to be bold
Plato stated that
once the souls unify,
the pair are lost in amazement
and one will not be
out of the other's sight
I can confirm that
you are everywhere,
even when you are not
I see you while
singing my favorite song
I see you in the baking aisle,
wondering what we will
make together next
I see you as I study my homework,
wanting to impress you
with my grades
I see you when I'm sad,
as a reminder of all that I do have
You make me admit,
in spite of my stubbornness,
I am more
than I think I am
My body has always been
the most vile essence I know
For I have bruised it
too many times
that I could never
deem it as beautiful, but
you show me
I am not represented to you,
as I am to me

There is a poem
I've been trying to write
about love, but
I could never reiterate
the way my soul craves yours

So, instead I'll talk about
the way I've bit my nails
ever since I can remember

You see,
this has always been
my nervous habit,
but now,
my nails are long enough
to draw blood from your back
as you ****** into me

I remember growing up,
wondering why my mother
told me to treat my body
as a temple
After all,
everybody has a body,
what makes mine so special?

I see your body
and it is so beautiful
There is nothing I wouldn't give,
to regain my innocence,
so that I could surely
be pure
for you

The first time,
I tried to describe our love
I had flashbacks
of my last family vacation,
before the divorce
I saw my dad,
dancing with my mother,
as the sunset
over the ocean

If only I could convey
the way your lips
brush against my naked face...
I can hardly think of anything
other than your hands
around my hips
While your eyes are stuck
on all the parts of me,
I have yet learned to love,

Cliche seems to be
the only language my
hands can compose,
but,
oh, are you my someone