I was asked, by the amazing VOYCE* to write a piece for something he’s been working on, something that would speak to the word worthless as it relates to relationships…
the way you touch me
even though it intoxicates me
I know, when we’re done,
will rip a hole into my spirit
leaving me feeling worthless
what happened to the hands who roamed my body
with care at their fingertips
trying to edge into the openings my clothes left towards my bare skin
the way you grope me with your eyes
I can feel you
but there’s no depth to your stare
your desire disintegrates when you’re gone
your attention is short lived, your withdrawal makes me sick to my stomach and weak on my limbs
You make me feel worthless
I crave the care of your fingertips
running along my naked, relieved body, cold now
I crave your warmth rapped around me and your soul whispered into packets of presence
dropped into my ears to fill my soul
Your silence leaves me, feeling worthless
it’s rampant
What happened to the man across from me at breakfast
who understood the sins of my father without my having to name them
My fear of your darkness was true
You roamed my space, only to reel me in and leave me feeling
worthless
-Kim Mecca
(more updates to come as this piece may be featured on an upcoming musical release)
Photo credit Bikaze