i'm tired of feeling i must apologize
for being me
me-the vulnerable girl who wears her heart on her sleeve
me-the temptress whose skin burns craving the cool touch of her lover
or me-the petulant child who sulks and can cut you with her sarcasm
i'm not sorry for my sometimes harsh honesty and analysis
for pushing your buttons
for saying what i want and what i need
for being so much of everything you want
that your head spins
remember, you chose this, too
you chose this storm
you had to know
and now you do
so no, i am not sorry
for crying tears over you
or for the tears that you might cry
i'm not sorry that you crave my soft, rounded flesh
you could have always said no
(but you didn't)
i'm not sorry that you go to sleep
and awaken with thoughts of my warm kisses
or my fingers entwined around your desire
i'm not sorry for all the sighs
that escape from my lips
or the moans that escape from yours
when we take each other to the height of passion
again and again and again
i'm not sorry for making you uncomfortable
with my questions
or your life
and what you thought was real
i am fucking real!
as real as anything or anyone else
don't ever think i'm not
you say i get the best of you?
give me the worst of you
i welcome your demons
and won't apologize for mine
