Bottled

Yndia Pittman

Under the surface
So close to being seen
Too far from being cared about

You never saw past the first layer of skin
Never wanted to see what was underneath
  But never wanted it to be hidden from your sight.

I rub your presence from my body
Ridding of the taint you leave behind
  Soothing myself with gentler hands

The heat dries me
Reminding me that I shouldn’t need you to make my skin glow
  Then the clouds return
I rely on a towel to finish what the sun promised to do

Always having to return
The water reminds me
  I’m too weak to say no to you
Why do you have to be a perfume that
stains my person but disintegrates easily in water

I still crave your touch
But I don’t want to deal with hating myself
  There are consequences to being in love
Especially with a person who thinks love is between my thighs

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