I can say you had me ready
To jump into feeling
Or the you had me in a revolving door
Of I am here for you now
But then we'd both know I'd be lying
There are no blurred lines
I've always loved to walk barefoot
Because under me it is there
You are the ground
I laid my cheek on your cracks and learned patients
All while brushing my watercolor intentions on the
Fragile glass
That was us
I stood there with a rose in my hair
So that you could not smell it all rotting
I know that there is nothing pretty about
About broken
Yet we enjoy that waiting in the clinic room silence
I was 3 when I remember being called wrong: deep soul wrong
4 when I was bitch slapped and tossed back
7 when I realized an essential part of me has been amputated
9 when I saw my spine bind on crooked lines
In a world that that wasn't ready for people like me
And still a queen is all you see
No matter how many times they shuffle me back
I could see you bleed all the crippled reasons why
My soul wasn't deeply wrong
If I could I'd mold you so You could see what was specifically made
For the blind.
~Pray
*you guys can give me title ideas