Pieces of My Shattered Heart: Poetry Collection, Part 1

This blog is a small collection of poetry I've written over the years. I explore love, relationships, identity, trauma, and healing.

More than an Experience

I'm not an experience to collect. A glittering amusement park, access gained with a half-cost afternoon pass. My body is not a sensory playground for bored hands and strange mouths to roam. The stories that shaped me are not a theater performance crafted for your entertainment. My bruised and scarred heart is more than a display item in the Hall of Freaks. I'm not a stop along your way. An experienced to call on a later time when you're in need of inspiration and the ticket to enter has been long lost.

I don't do Casual

There's nothing wrong with casual. It's just that Sirens were never meant to swim in shallow waters. What I long for is primal. A love so deep it rivals the pain that forged me. To know another's joy and sorrow as intimately as my own. To chase the heights of pleasure and ecstasy together. This heart was made for deep waters and the edge of life. Casual can't hold something so sacred.

Not Enough

It's not enough that my body feels safe with you.

My mind, heart, and spirit must feel it too.

Object of Desire

To be your object of desires requires

me to be

an object

first