Too naive to hope
before you try
you'll create a safe space for me
because you knew
how this is going to hurt
you'll never know
how being with someone like you
will make me sad
so sad
that when they touch me
I'll leave my body for awhile
my being remembers
what you forgot to do
it remembers you didn't care
or maybe
you were so excited
you forgot I was there
I can't show you the scars
where you ripped me in halves
me from my body
me from my Self
me from love
I thought the sound of sex was loud
the pot boiling over whistling
but my screams
are always a reminder
I am here
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