All that I wanted was love.

To experience love, you need to

know love; know how to be treated.

I fell for him with my face in the dirt

and my hands behind my back. with no

spine or ankles there was no hope

of standing back up. I was never useful

with clothing on.

He cut off the wings that he informed me

I had, as he created me;

his damaged little angel.

I fell under the dirt

With gusts of wind burying me into the sand,

I found a freedom from my fear. I thought I

had finally found someone who found me

useful with clothing on, I fell for him on to a bed.

Face stuffed into a pillow with my hands behind my back

he found me more useful without clothing on.

Mute and muffled, he never let me decline.

As the sun rose and the image of him faded,

I found myself damaged and cold.

To find love, love yourself.

I moved forward and found happiness in myself.

I climbed my mental mountain,

with my head in the clouds

I was too blinded to see the hole

marked my own that I was aiming directly at.

Blindfolded I aimlessly ran unyielding at them,

a comfort I thought was fair.

I became only useful without clothing on.

She was an apple and I’d already taken a bite.

in a trance, i assumed the hole was at an end.

I celebrated early with the comfort of friends,

all i see is darkness. all i see is my eyelids.

All I knew, was I would only ever be useful

without clothing on.

Left behind my sweet tart,

more cold than ever, my death becomes me.

The hole is beginning to feel very safe.

A warm familiar hand touched my cheek.

I was lifted into the comfort of a man 6 years passed

to my roots, to my home i found a security.

to my roots, to my start, i found comfort in a man.

I fell into arms, onto lips, into hands that cupped my face

that held my own and brushed my hair away.

I fell into a peace. I fell into a bed, I fell under eyes that

finally found me useful

with clothing on.