it scares me
when i look down
and i
look at my own breasts
cos then i think
of you
a possession
of possessing
and i know
that it’s a key

but then
it scares me
when i look down
i feel
i am looking down
on myself
of course i am
but that is not
what i mean
it is not
a key

it is
nothing
nothing that can
bring us close
not our bodies
but us
“connect”
our souls
our thoughts
and minds

it saddens me
that
that’s what you want
that’s one thing you want
that
you are happy
fiddling with the key
a key.

heavens lie
beyond this door
if only
you’d push enough

:)

let me close
keep away
this key
it’s pointless
redundant
why unlock
a door
that we both
don’t mean to pass

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my anger
my regrets
my smiles
my victories
my thoughts
my headaches
my second thoughts
my weaknesses
my decisions
my prides
my indecisions
my shortcomings
my musings
my expressions
my cries
my tries
i try
and forget
i do
some, i don’t
some i keep
some i let go
some
i don’t know
what to do with them
they hang
listless
my emotions
my gems

Hi there, Gems both. Have I ever told you that your writing voice could be American? (hope that’s not an insult!) I find it comforting.
pp

no, you haven’t. it’ll be nice to know what exactly you mean by that though.

m glad i could .. provide comfort. :)

… and thanks .. :)