He Is

He is something I want to myself

He is real and innocent

He reminds me of Christmas morning

The moment you unwrap the only toy you asked for

Or that burst of energy you’ve been waiting for since noon

He’s a tight squeeze on a rough day

And just the words you need to hear on good day

He is me

And I am him

A collection of all the things that brought us together

-Sasch

Nothing but Human

Walls cluttered with the sex I hid myself in

Heart so full I forgot about myself

Mind so conflicted nothing mattered

I kicked the pedestal and let myself get lost in immorality

The mortal in me forgotten

Until I fell face first by the hands of men I never trusted

That’s when I lost respect for your rules

That’s when I gained respect for myself

A far fall a slow rise

-Saschia

Weary Girl

It may seem I’m falling away

I probably am

My stomach aches

My mind hurts from my own roaming eyes

From shards slipped between each fold

I can promise you I really don’t want to

Fall away, that is

But this shift is making me uncomfortable

This unreliability scares me

Deep deep in my bones

And so I refocus on being the constant

In my own life

Which makes me busy

And sleepy

-Saschia

Separation

Things divided

Silverware blankets

random living supplies

But you can’t divide children

Here’s your mail

And your time

But these humans

we have to share

We could be fair about it

But let’s be honest

Life’s not fair

Values aren’t shared

So this is yours

And that is mine

See you the next time

we share the kids

-Saschia