maybe one day you’ll learn what respect is

i got fire in my thoughts

and gasoline in

the tip of my tongue,

so believe me when i say

my anger and my words

will make your soul shake,

if you dare to forget who i am

and decide to walk over

my iron bones.

sometimes, i can’t predict the explosion.

and when it comes to you,

i certainly don’t intend to stop it.

i’m not as soft as the silk that covers my bare skin,

and after this, you will remember it.

maybe this will be a book someday #1

“Oh, sex I’ve had many times. But make love? No, definitely not. You were my first.”

“How is that?” She wondered staring right back at me, her hazel eyes looking bigger than ever. “I mean, look at you. You’re gorgeous and girls love you. I’ve seen the way they look at you.” A small laugh escaped from her lips as she slowly furrowed her eyebrows, waiting for my answer.

“Well, I’ve never met anyone like you before. And before, sex had never felt like fireworks and butterflies all at once. I had never felt like I might explode just by touching someone else.”

maybe i didn’t even like you at all

and i guess

that’s how i knew

i didn’t love you;

when i realized

that staring at your eyes

felt like as if i was

staring at a plain,

empty brick wall.

the ones you see everyday on the street,

those that don’t really have anything special

and you barely remember.

while on the other hand,

the very thought of his

could have made

collapse into the ground

and convince me

to set the whole world

on fire.

the boy who thought he was a man

i had always been told

there was nothing weaker

than a man’s ego—

but i didn’t know

how true that was

until the same lips

that told me they loved me

called me a slut because i refused

to correspond their exaggerated

and selfish ideal of love.

unluckily for him,

i was born a woman.

and the words

he thought would hurt me

only resonate in my head

to make me laugh.

and to be a friendly reminder

that i only need myself.