There are no marrows in my bones.
I've got veins
they a full of more dirt then blood.
I'm still trying not to fall into my ocean.
My body wasn't meant for this passage.
My mother told me once when I was born,
I looked more like spirit then body-
ever since I've tried to take myself back to that beauty.
I can see my stories in your pupils.
Dark but beautiful.
I can feel your heartbeat in my inner ear drum.
There is space there for u.
I've seen it.
It's everthing I try to convince my self to hide
until it's too late