I know now I was a beautiful child. But sometimes I want to go back to being that self imposed ugly girl that no one would approach. Sometimes, just sometimes, people can be a burden. Their need makes me sad and I want my shell back.

In sadness comes
the dusk soul singing softly
into the midnight dreaming
hushed now
against the cool touch traced
on too hot skin
flesh on flesh and

the addiction begins

I was I am
I will be