Don't tell me
when I am in TRANSITION that it Is a beautiful thing
Don't sweeten your voice
Don't rub my leg while you look away from my pain
Look me in the eye
Let me squeeze your hand
Listen to the words of doubt that arise from my soul
and remember you knew it once too.
You were here
when I tore you open the first time.
Don't give me your back
Not when I need to know that I am made of something other than candies and wine.
or get the fuck out.