There were days I felt like currency.
Didn't think there was anyone capable of loving me.
There was no point of trying to be.
I caressed myself with my own shame.
Because the feeling of joy was beginning to fade.
Kept me drawn to the tip of the blade.
Still you found a way,
To reignite parts of me.
I thought had turned cold.
You proved to me,
That I still have a soul.
All I ask for is care And grace And intimacy and love All I ask for is to be seen as enough As a person As a body As flesh All I ask for is that you don’t forget about care about grace about intimacy
I taught myself how to win wars Without a single bruise. Sometimes, I think it’d be easier If I made myself new. But what’s the point of trying, When you’re always set up to lose? It’s hard to find th