There is no science to anything you feel with more than the tips of your fingers
So stop trying to define everything.
Stop trying to fit it into all your little boxes
we were not made to exist within straight-edged borders
have you seen our bodies?
they are all curves and convoluted shapes,
clearly we were not drawn lined up against a ruler
so stop trying to measure us with one.
Let us spill out
abandon all social grace
replace it with honesty.
i don’t want to only see all your polished faces,
i want to see where you are tarnished
i want to see where you are rusting,
where life is taking it’s toll
I want to know all of you
even if it’s not all that pretty.
Let us tumble
hair loose down shoulders,
laughter rolling off tongues
affection shown without reservation
I don’t want you to be afraid of love anymore
I don’t want you to be afraid of being know
shake it off.
shake it all off.
allow yourself to be uncontained
terrifying isn’t it?
I want you to crave that.
I want you to embrace it.
Do you remember what it feels like to be human?
Do you miss that?
So feel me,
with more than just the tips of your fingers
is not enough to ever explain me.