Your Woman

Let me feel like a woman
Let me hold you 
feel you
break bread for you
Sow up that button on for you
Tear up at the sound of your voice
Climax to your breath against mine
Trust in your hand and your word
Be who I am, always heard 
Seen and trusted for my mind 
Feared, loved and yearned 
Soft gentle and sweet
Knowing if you doubt me You’ll eat shit for weeks
Inhaling through crowds of chancers while breathing out with all the answers

Caught up in my head but pushing it aside 
Can’t you hear those voices from deep inside 
They shout they scream they beg for attention 
But I’m a woman I don’t care for their affection 

I grab my anxiety my fears and thoughts
Cut them up and put them in between us
I try, push away but they are super glued beneath my skin,
I’m breathing tight,
Wearing thin.

Please, puncher my chest. 
Create a small space of freedom,
filled with grass blades and opaque pools of forgotten reason

I realise these simple pleasures are close in my grasp, all I have to do is stop breathing so fast.
Figure out where my head starts and my heart ends.
Learn that everyone has to live within their own poison. 

While I may hold you, sow your shirts, and make you breakfast 
I never truly felt like your woman only a small toy, propped up on a textbook.