Losing it
not my mind. not my mind. Poem Building a door, stepping outside, inside
I can’t wait to lose my virginity The lifetime of tenderness inwards Honesty Stripped right down Not one moment It could just be, a moment A construct A word that expresses what is ‘taken’ We are beings to define and objects to be taken from It limits what sex is Categorises, society judges and rips into itself Tearing us down What about kisses and moments and feeling alive What about running on a beach Like a child runs The freedom The reckless abandon Before we were told to abandon ourselves What about feeling lost Moments when our insides feel found
