I asked you to love me
in the way that I showed you my heart
from my open chest
but all you saw were my breast.
I, asked you to hold me
in the tone of your voice
that night that I called you
after the fight I had
with myself in my mind
but all you heard was
my spine crack in cowardice,
you thought me powerless
and I felt so powerless
over your senses
beneath the surface
and I can't quite
remember the verses
of the song you played
before my head
began to spin from
the liquor and
your hands on my skin.

I asked you to let me in,
but I left my love on your couch that night
and I never got it back.

#NewBeginnings
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Kimolee Eryn is an artist and writer who believes in creating for a purpose beyond the purpose of creating. She believes that a life should be lived not just to sustain itself but to cultivate peace, love and growth in all adjacent beings and hopes to exemplify that in all she does.