
I held my breath.
Halted feeling.
Stopped moving.
All for you.
I’m older now.
No longer
so small
or so in need of love.
I know what my inhale does.
My exhale too.
My feelings destroy worlds.
My movement creates them.
I promise I won’t hurt you.
I promise to destroy with precision and create with care.
No one shall bleed.
Trust me.
Feel me.
Move with me.
I’m older now.
No longer
so small
but admittedly,
still so in need of love.
. _ . _ . _ .
(photo credit :: Anna Meshkov)
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