Could Never Relate More

So you’re confused because I took it personally? Bitch yeah I took it personally. I stayed, I was always there, I was your best friend. And you just threw me to the curb when someone better came along? Yeah I took it personally, because I never would’ve done that to you.

Why do I always come back to this

How do I befriend myself?  I am [after all] the now who hurt me the most.

I literally crave intimacy. Just physical contact my guy. One good honest hug. A kiss perhaps. To hold a fucking hand

“And all I want to do is make you happy, but I can’t even do that right.”

I’m such. A fucking. Failure.

My body

This is my body.

All mine.

From the soles of my feet to the crown of my head

I own this.

And I can do, whatever I want with it

I can feed it, or starve it

I can nurture it, or let it waste away

I can hurt it, or protect it.

I struggle with that, I know which is the right choice, but sometimes I fail to make it. That is my burden to carry.

My choices will have consequences,

the scars may fade, but they will always be there,

on my body.

In the past, people have tried to take it from me,

claim it for their own.

grab it

use it

control it

But I will not allow that again.

No one will take my body from me.

Not again.

And if they try,

I’ll cut off their fingers, so they cannot grab me

their arms, so they cannot hold me

their legs, so they cannot chase after me

and their tongue, so that not even their words can touch me.

My body.

In the future, I may choose to offer my body to others

but I will do so with the knowledge that it is mine to give and refuse

that while I may let them touch it, it will always be mine.

This is my body.

I can do, whatever I want with it.

Same

Cant remember how my arms look like unscarred. It feel like I always had them.