Distracting,

Eye catching.

Being magnetic,

Is not free.

It costs hands on your body,

That you did not ask for,

And,

Eyes that only look through you.

It costs the aches and pains,

Of standing up on your own,

And worshipping the fire and the form,

That has attracted parasites,

Over,

And over.
‘You’re very distracting,’

He’ll say,

Looking you up and down,

And,

What he’ll mean is distracting him from finding someone he’ll actually love,

And want to keep around.

It will cost you running to men near and far,

Just for validation and pleasure,

Then realising that your body cannot be all that you are,

When you wake up alone,

Again.
What this charm and confidence cost,

Is taking back your pleasure,

On your own terms,

And practicing loving the things you’ve hidden in dark corners,

Swept under the rug,

Lurking in pitch black,

It takes holding hands with all the complicated,

Messy things,

That refuse to lay flat on their back.