These stripes across my ass do not belong to you
as you have no idea the history behind them.
These fingers do not allow themselves to intertwine with yours
as they are not comfortable with your sweat.
These eyes do not bother to look your way
as they carry water full of dirt.
This heart
no longer
beats for us
but beats
for me. and only me.
YOU ARE READING
From my inner veins to you
PoetryJust another poetry book from inside a busy mind. No direction, just flow.
