I long for a body that was never harmed
That didn't recoil from violent words and rough hands
Shrinking in fear of being seen
I long for a mind that was never forced to justify absurdity
That didn't respond by turning on itself
Becoming the insanity within
I long for a voice that was never quiet in its anger
That didn't always speak in dulcet tones despite
Choking on acidic bile
I long for a life that was never a story paired with yours
That doesn't include my love meeting your hate
Bruised by its existence