Scarred Wrist
No doesn’t always mean no
and love is a complicated thing
I wear my scars like a wedding ring
I make love and hate with the same hands
and I treat pain and lust like the same man
a confused young ignorant boy
who jumps and prays with ever joy
a woman’s useless toy
Yes doesn’t always mean yes
and sex is a complicated thing
she wears my flesh under her nails as burt offerings
she lies and loves with the same tears
a brave little girl filled with fear
she is everything a man could ask for
part lady and part w***e
a broken hearted lover and nothing more
Maybe only means maybe
and life is a complicated thing
hate’s wet lips and love’s sharp sting
--Z.Silas Herrera