inspired by my poem, without you on my lips:
It was in a deep exhale where she could sometimes let go a little more
Always, a little more
It was in the expansion of her belly breath where she felt his love dance inside of her
And it was when she breathed out that she knew she had to watch him dance out of her, fluidly with the release of air moving through pursed pink lips
He couldn’t stay living inside of her forever
Not in a way that made her feel hostage
He didn’t pay rent
To stay dormant in her bones
And she knew he’d stay forever
Hiding in there
In the light of her soul
Without reimbursing her for the love she showered over him, time and time again
She needed a refund on the time spent lusting over his co-dependent wounds
Making her feel needed
Allowing her to feel special
Over and over again
She’d put up a notice
Two weeks she’d said
And you’re out
Pay up
Or you’re out
Put your lips on mine
Show me that I am not a fool
Or you’re out
Place your hands on my face and tell me it’s always been me
Or you’re out
Place your heart atop mine
In a pureness of knowing
That this has not always been a lie
Just tell me you’re afraid
And let the sun warm the places inside of me that have cooled over time
Protecting me from the power that moves through my bones when I’m with you
Let me go
Set me free
With your body
Here
Or
Leave
Take me
Or leave me
Dance with me
Or let me dance on my own
Pay me the rent for the space you’ve taken up inside my bones for far too long
I am no longer interested in protecting your heart with mine
Defending your scarcity with my strength
I am no longer the shelter for your story
I am no longer the breath that holds you deep inside my belly
I am now the exhale that sets you free
And finally lets me breathe, without you on my lips
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