Body

Summer grabs me by the shoulder, 
Turns me around and looks me up and down, 
Laughter burns into my ears,
Jealousy occupies my eyes. 

What defined features, goddess tell me your secret, 
A secret so perfect, that makes you less imperfect, 
A feeling of power, without the taste of bittersweet sour,
Why can’t it be me? 

Yet, are you happy?
Making me submit to the faintest gloom
Inside my mind’s bedroom, regretting every reason that makes me,

I try and try, but at the end of the night, 
the voices still defeat me. 

I sweat with drips of hardworking tears, 
Breaths shorten with music as my heartbeats mimic the beat in my ears.
Where am I running to? 
I’m doing this for someone, but I don’t know if I’m that someone, 

I eat and I eat, my meals limit themselves and I feel myself get sick with every bite,
Why oh why does it feel this way?
Is it something I ate or just a stomach ache? Maybe it’ll get better.

Moments I’m happy, looking down on my body,
Times I frown, not believing the body I own, 
A temple and soul, with no feeling of the whole entity as one.

Times age like wine, and I must decide how to love every inch and
Cherish every kiss, because hate lives on forever, 
a tiring case to keep forth, so I must send my voices back,
And move onto a new stage.

• Julius