Lost and found box 1
The anger i used to have the anger that flowed out of me like endless waterfalls the anger you lit your empty chest warmed your vulnerable your torpid dormant masculinity with. to face mornings bravely to face society with a heart filled to the brim with my heated words my explosive hot red passion all of this anger has turned into bitterness the one you tasted on my tongue right before you left but you left with a panting thirsty heart i was however left in a pastel pink world one that you didn't care enough to notice it's existence. Baby i was born with thousands of women cramped together between each of my ribs every one of them has enough femininity and strength to build another thousand worlds and if you didn't learn to hear them if you only cared about the nights i brought you the sun in your hands then i am afraid to tell you the sun you think you own is mine it belongs above my head and it's meant to burn those who take without giving.
Sara 2014

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