never chosen /// volume 15
“NEVER CHOSEN.”
I used to be the woman never chosen,
cause I appeared too good
or too intimidating on the outside
and I suppose that hasn’t changed
since I know my image now
but for once,
I just want to be loved the right way…
fingertips pressing into my skin
—tenderly
as sensitive words
are spoken into my lips
so when you kiss me,
hold the middle of my back
for it cannot bend too much for you
because
it is in pain
from being bent too much
for others
and when the rain comes pouring down
enjoy the treacherous patter
on the windows with me
—-laughing lightly over commissary
please,
do not make me tremble
or get down on my knees,
but scoop me up into your arms
and be my shelter from storms
‘cause truth be told,
I feel too weak
from such danger
and my body
knows too much torment
perhaps
I romanticize too much
but I am opened and receptive to you
come touch me here
heighten my senses
and show me warmth
during the coldness
for I want to know
why these weary eyes
cannot find the love
I so passionately deserve
devotion—
come touch my heart for once
stroke it gently with your fingers
don’t touch me if you don’t mean it
/// A.C. SALT
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💋Salty
This is beautifully vulnerable and aching with truth. It reads like a prayer for tenderness, for love that heals instead of harms. Your words carry both strength and exhaustion, the kind of honesty that comes only from having survived too much. “Don’t touch me if you don’t mean it” feels like both a plea and a boundary, the raw heart of the piece. This is what it means to write from the bone, unguarded, human, and unforgettable.