I’m not ready for the winter yet,
The chill keeps going to my bones,
Grating on the marrow and refusing to speak,
Pulling each moment from empty sticks.
Don’t judge me, not again,
I just wanted to see something I loved,
I just thought it would be lovely,
And to me, but just to me, it was.
I’d say I was just waiting for you to judge,
But I can feel the air between us
When they talk about sex, passion,
Please don’t stop me,
I’m trying to breathe,
I thought I could be here,
Just let me be.