To All The Girls

to all the girls 

with cigarette burns 

& coffee stained 

-swollen tongues 

with past lovers’ stolen kisses  

& flickering touch 

of a slippery romance 

to all the girls 

with sorrow worn 

(torn) like a second skin 

the reality is; 

life collapses in a mere moment 

to prove a love like yours 

can actually exist

*** 

undress the generosity 

of each sacrifice 

in search of a life un-interfered

with every ill-fashioned pursuit

& empty embrace that was never

meant to last 

confess your truths

in exploration of a strength 

declared 

map the way  

for a (lost) self 

to find it’s way (back)

home

(to you).